Lyrics:
truck? I need some more respect
You pussy niggas can not show up
T-R-A, and yeah P is for the pistol on me
Plus she pop her pussy like a pimple on me
Ew
paire de
Couilles du coup j'suis numéro Un
Donc on t'appelle Deux
J'suis speed, respire, expire
Mon esprit vésqui les styles visqueux
Les p
masas rascas arrastran p'atrás
La barrabasada al altar
La trampa avalarán más plata agarrarán
La nada arañarán banda chanta
Banda chanta a callar
Arman
to mimic who?
Ain't familiar with this flavor, homie
I'll reintroduce
Taking it back to when S-N-Double O-P
Had dropped that gin and juice
Give me a minute
Silly of me (Black P)
To think that I could ever
(Dizzy Wright, what up?)
Silly of me to think that I that
(And this is a true song
You know what I
we
Turn motherfucking dope fiends
And dope heads
Into profitable citizens into society
You know what I mean? We don't part the
I'm still making this P
a pound, go buy a pack
Promoters try to chief us up
When they talk about P I bus' up
Can't book Skepta, Maximum and Jme for a G
Shut up when us man and Wiley
and centre, but I just daydream
Mash up the rave, collect the P
Hit the road - crazy pull up at the lights
As usual boys in shit whips wanna race me
Wind down
(Bobby Soxer)
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four
Fight
Stick to the B-E-A T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y T
Catching all the lights
perdue sur un terrain vague
J'suis qu'un p'tit fils de
Prolétaire en vogue
Mais la clause est monétaire
Qu'aurait pensé Erasme de
La cause humanitaire?
Article
Of Clothing That Was Put On
And Emulates That thats Crazy
To Me i Used To Do That With P
So Know That Someone IS Looking At Me The Way
I Look At Him
to P
I'm like relaxed
At home and puffing the trees
Believe I won, I was laughing
Kicking back in the bohemian sun
What I paid to go to-
Oh wait, I mean
G Young non ha tempo per le cazzate
Dillo ai tuoi amici in zona che mi fanno un p
Sento solo dei gangster ma a chi sparate
Rapampapa manco mi tocchi
le Class G c'est officiel on va plus se cacher
J'croyais que c'était pour un temps j'ai fini par m'attacher
On a trop patiner les p'tits déj
P, но я не люблю углеводы
Мне сложно тебя полюбить, ведь ты другая на фото
Я сделал мув, мой city Лондон
Дорога усыпана коко
Мой бро безумен, оформил
mortgage be sitting on my wrist
See the lambo down the street that's me
Two bitches at the same time that's P
Santorini Greece we be chilling by the sea
ζωή
Άλλοι θέλουνε περισσότερο ζωή
Συμβουλή για να σου σώσει τη ζωή
Καθώσ θέλουνε φακελάκι οι γιατροί όρε ντροπή
Μη μου κάνεισ νάζια μια ζωή
S.a.g.a.p
nigga, it's game over.
VERSE 4
Beware it's R-I-P
When going against M-E
B-E-S-T in the D-M-V on the M-I-C
It's not just me, clearly an E-L-I-T-E
T-E-S-T
gas strong, good nutrition
P of Payton for Pippen
Turkeys bags and all the fixings
Double drums, we call them biscuits
80s baby, my veins different
mammà
E nun e na bucij si parl e Stong ccà
Re sord vita mi
No nun tià preoccupà
P me si comm a drog
Tu si vuo m faj mal
Teng a chest co Motorola
Ten
Before I hit 25
I needa milli
I move a lil different
'Cause melanin in me
M-E-M-P-H-I-S
That's the city
I just be chillin'
So why do you envy?
But niggas
trop bavarde
Et personne va t'hagar, le DZ sait faire la bagarre
Les p'tits savent cavaler, cache la zlatla dans la caille
Bébé, tu sais t'pavaner,
J'ai trop d'ambition (trop, trop)
Les certifications, je les additionne (oui, oui)
Je développe mon business (fort), j'signe des p'tits jeunes (hey,
Quand on a du talent, on se doit d'en tirer profit (Profit)
Fait gaffe avec qui tu cause
Fait gaffe avec qui tu t'associe
Ferme ta gueule p'tit con
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