Lyrics:
a lot to lose so I keep that P
Make my own rules
I'm a boss in these streets
I done paid my dues
Like Ball and G
Got a LLC with my name on it
Name on it
know we got one of them goons on the track you know
Hey yo C Woodz let these niggas know where you from
A lot of these niggas that's pushing P really
from one of the boss es
Can't count much loses
When u plan on winning
So money I spend it
There's no loses just x p I'm winnin
Y'all decision
I'm not
crystals
Hell, they'd probably still take my neighbor to jail
And deport his ass cuz O.P.D. does not really care
This residential district was made to excel,
on the block, getting bucks like a block star
Faded I'm sippin' on Wockhardt
Poppin' ya bitch like a Pop Tart
P-Poppin' ya bitch like a (Uh!)
Said, "Do you love
time a night all I care about is p*ssy and some commas (that's real)
Said I'm leaving the club, is we cutting or what, let a nigga know
Prehook
So now
auxquels cas, j'suis parti bien plus loin
Pas de Mea Culpa, quand faut encaisser les gains
Depuis p'tit, j'écoute pas j'préférais rouler des joints
Des fous,
to me, I know it's hard to see
Give me space, it's gettin' hard to breathe
R.I.P to those in the Travis tragedy
To say it's satanic is a fast belief
Okay
me run
Bro it's Lul P, just play the beat and I'm gon' get it done
Name a nigga came into the game young and kept his posture
Not your average teen, I
putain c'est donc ça l'ivresse
Y'a la p'tite voix qui m'presse, la dis toi j'dis vrai
Pas l'genre de boug qui stress mais y'a l'soleil qui s'lève
Le
the music up now yo girl looking at me and you mad as fuck
I'm just chillin' with the Outer's in the V.I.P.
One arm slowly up and down like B.I.G. see they
so I had to slide up on it
Stone cold stupid thick
Soon as her man hit the bar she threw it at me pick 6 chea
What's cracking P
Can't call it
Speak no
Baby when you want some dick
Don't say a thing come jump up on it
Come jump up
Be my sneaky link
Imma a P, Baby girl check my pinky ring
I could buy yo
way!)
Slanging the rocks like Eazy E
Said she want money so get the P
Get your bread up (Yeah!)
Don't talk about your head being up
Cause your head's
Late-Nite conversations
With Mama P got me thinking
Reminiscing bout Kris
And how Poinciana was different
Ego be the death of Me
If nothing goes
pafuera
En el V.I.P con los mios jangea
Me tiran mentiras deliran cualquiera
Sumamos billetes ellos juntan monedas
Quieren formar parte del combo pero
No
Tip(p)
Gibe Figg uf jedi Meinig , wüu mis Gwüsse isch greinigt
Wüu aues wo zellt - scho i dr nöchi vo dir isch
Rolli witer mit de beste - Packe Fakte ufe
(Yea...uh)
RIP J.P... RIP hundred milli' G...You know what I'm talkin' bout?
I've been underestimating ya know...
Ain't really seeing shit for what
Rien qu'dans leurs clips, ils se croient fort
Rien qu'quand ils parlent, ils ont tord
Ils diront p't'être que je dors
Mais rien à foutre je reste
Moi
force à écouter les gens
Pourquoi un p'tit devrait écouter les grands
C'est mieux un coach pour enfiler les gants
Mais tu peux l'faire seul
J'ai mon amour
the end
R.I.P my dead homie just keep an eye on me
You know Yuning means well he's only human ain't he
And to my mama for all the drama that I done cost
you bite me
My niggas like pSkills
Guess it's time to get shiesty
But thats really not like me
But you know
This type of conversation
Just excites me
quiero y no a ti
Dicen por ahí que solo un clip
Si tú no estás, pues ando R.I.P
De tu Facebook yo tengo el NIP
Ando me la paso fume y fume
Es que soy
a P
Texting how long u finna be
I'm on my WAY
Wit 448 and it's 4:48
Early morning or Super Late
I'm coming if you got the cake
Got whatever you tryna
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