Lyrics:
never be right
When it's so much better to be wrong
At least I think it's better
Let em know I got
Ha
Guilty pleasures
Flame me if you want
I ain't
od
Sesuj Tsirhc tog em nillik snomed ot eht tselluf
I keeps my rella, killa
*Chorus*
All my ladies make it shake shake
Make it hop it ain't too late
games
I'm a P-IM-P, full speed through your dame
I'm loved by blue
And my niggas in the flame
These niggas better chill
I'm the Truth in the game
Leather
Simon says
Chocolate milk by the carton any time of day
I want to be a kid again give me back my innocence
I remember I could make a mission out
These roads of flames
Are catching on fire
Fahhhyahh
Ackah dan
Ahhhhhhhhhh
Give jah the thanks
And praises
Give him thanks and praises
For my fall
the Dunn, P., but not the bottle
I keep broads by the (?)
Shape and mold em like waffles
Call em by the palm, get up in they ear like 'Uhh' make a dike
This the P4-BLO
You ain't heard of
Jump on the mic and I murder
Kill it every time Freddy Kruger
Tell em motherfuckers move bitch like Im Luda
Fetty
kill 'em with success
I'm up next like afternoon
You niggas evenin' the playin' scale
It's like the moon
Tryna sunset as the nightmare I rap resumes
You
pessimistic
To know I'm gifted chasin' hood rat brownie
Points and bullshittin'
I dropped the four on 'em, scrapin'
Hopped a four on 'em
Grab my dick and pour
a capital M
Call me $hort Dog baby, put the P in the Pimp
I keep my foot in your ass and wouldn't give a fuck
Get out her pocket, bitch you gettin' beat up
to let it go
I'ma leave 'em on the flo (leave it)
Hallelujah, Tech called the shooter, I got the Ruger
So drop the Luger, my dragon's flames is hot
that I run circles roun' they lines
And Jay gave 'em the blueprint, but they still gon' copy mines
Don't fall in line or try to conform
They give you
at times
Servin' D the dope was beatin' em down if they don't sell mine
'Cause you know that's how the fuckin' game goes
niggas gettin' beat with bats
send 'em, nigga send 'em, nigga send 'em
Y'all can't fuck with me! Real motherfuckin' G (You out there?)
Straight from the streets of the C.P.T. (Well
mistakes I will try to find what it takes
In this soul there's a heart that aches to give me my lesson
Chorus
(then) using em cmaj7
Oh oh oh (then) bridge
now they're together it's wild
Feeling like she needs to call her friends and tell 'em
'Cause while she's letting him down but most of them are never
bigger, my heart gettin' bigger
Live by the trigger so I'mma die by the trigger
My chest gettin' bigger, my heart gettin' bigger
Live by the trigger so
I been holding the heat like a spice rack
I been sorting my game on, like I'm Michael B Jordan so flame on
Watch me burn em to Smithers, Like Waylon,
unfinished biz-ness
Intoxication keeps a nigga in this
I mix my gin wit my Olee E, tremendous
Hit 'em all up, get 'em all up, out they suspenders
With my
yea
Everybody know me, and I tell em' that i'm working
And i'm whipping it, grindin' hard like we got the v.i.p
Yes I'm underrated
I've never stated
bout on microphones silly
Hand me the mic and I'll turn into a gremlin
Tryna shock the world 'fore I up and break the ceiling
Give em all a feeling
No
my hand on her hip
You know what I did then I dipped
I'm just having fun with this shit had to get a lil dumb had to take a lil run on the track
P
chubby
Think it's sweet we turn em gummy
Every sip I take up out my cup, it's so fucking muddy
Know they hate but it just give me juice, tell em keep it
it out and give you wings watch me flyer boy
Used to be a Hot Boy now I'm fire boy
I'm talkin' fire, like rubbin' corduroy
Oops, I meant corduroy,
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