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See we don't give internet thugs free promo
I took it to the south, stirred up my own gumbo
You fuckin' with a P, bitch be humble
Yeah, it's that uh,

Trusting my habits
Falling in public
Sour and acid
Betting on losers
P O K F C
Sweat on the forehead
Blood on the dance floor
Last moon of winter
Snow

to be felt
Loosening grips on you like when snow melts
When you turn to the right I will no longer be

Once so bright a lost soul, now dark is all you'll

The way I stole her heart yeah nigga that's a highjack
Not talking CoD, but nigga you gon' see
Fuck her to the beat, rest in pussy, r.i.p
Hop on a track,

women so black and so beautiful, sorry lil' baby, can't go with the snow (Melanated)
Make money so easy
In love with hundreds, this shit gettin' creepy

Thought she was a yeti, ate me up like a creature
Broke niggas, give me the heebie geebies
On Gina
Ima keep it P, before I ever try to keep ya
Yeah I'm ice

might be his dream car until he scores
Later, at 5 p.m. They were sitting by the bench
They asked questions about players who are French
Nevertheless,

the addy we deh deh 
I’m burst, pass me the henneh
T O P is where I’m headin their stressin 
Any beat that I touch it’s shelleh shelleh
Work of art , Skin

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You pushing P that's dope I don't know what that mean's
Coincide with Scooby doo but more like shaggy
This life's mystery machine
Bumming rides in

of coke
Freaky with a skeez i grope
Straight-P put the diggy dick her down
Deez nuts to please her though
50 plus seasons of reasons to need me still

gettin' high again
If you no good, nigga ain't finna tie you in
Catch me slidin' through the wind in the whitest Benz
Nigga, all I see is snow, I got

the gang
Tryna duck rico
I spit flame
But flow still cold
Freezing hot
Like spicy snow
Need a dame
With a heart of gold
My little baby
She always be playing

stick to the wall

Three albums in, yeah, do the math
R.I.P. Nip, got the blues on the dash
Spending this cash, like it come in a flash
I'm in that Tesi,

on my line like when I see you next
I was busy countin' money, forgot to read the text
She double back like damn snow, you get on my nerves
I don't do no

doubt it
Young Maser P, Snow really bout it, bout it
Comin' straight from the field, the flyin' on out it
Turn that dirty money clean before the feds

stacking it, make my beard grow
Diamonds hit the light, them bitches white just like some clear snow
I done made it out the storm, I'm sittin' on the clouds

pots and pans

P poppin' just for them bands
Told em keep it poppin' in their advance
That's when I became a fan
Cool me off right where I land

Chase

of the snow
Lotta pretty bitches tryna make a nigga fold
Depressive manic nigga tryna make it through the ropes
Pale face horse at my mothafuckin door

Love yours, stack yours, and do your own damage
In the hills, with my ski, and we're snow trappin'
High as hell, I look like a Jap, I'm stuck in the mud

bitch I can't let go
She look hot but she sniff snow
At the rave with no techno
She get high and she bend low
Move off when I'm pissed off
Cause I crack

I told lil brodie put the cup down but he in his head alot
Yuh, yea, If niggas dissin got extensions we gone spin another block
P-T-S-D, baby, yea

for you like a show
Boys put in more effort in their flow
Miracle is falling down like snow
The door has never been open to go
Nya abotr3 pa matches

me gaste lo que tu cobras al mes
Soon
En la bodega el Corte Ingles
Don Ruinat Don P
Ya paso del Chandon
Hennessy con Hpnotiq
Me lo llevo de penalti
Yo

yours, you ain't cuffed, she on go
Looking for a G like me to give her reason to slow
Take a trip to Minnesota, season of snow
Pull up on me, I got what