Lyrics:
policy
Never take apologies
I don’t do no shit for free, oh
[Chorus]
P, U, $, $, Y
I’m the type of girl get money on time
Pay up, pay up, that’s right
a lil')
Sssss, (So what's up P, what chu' been up to man)
Ya know the same ol' shit, tryin' to get this rap shit off the ground
Know what I'm sayin' (Ah man
in it to win it man
Wes do what he want these suckers do what they can
Im from the Ice shit trife I had to learn for myself
Niggas is useless so I get
anga-yangna-baba"..."wha?"..."BABA-BABA-BABA!"..."WHAAAA???". Fuck! (lets out frustrated grunt) By the time I've got that far, I'm fuckin' totally fucked. Because I'm p..., I'm not payin' attention to my gig...
I just tented all my windows, tell me what you see
I just got another call, time to hit these P's
I just stack up me some scrilla and bought
When I'm fucked up
I have the most clarity
Slade and Pony on the beat
S and P
Can not care what others think
Imma do me
Might just tell you what I
wutchu tryin' do that
I suggest you do not
My chain is hot, what's more hot than that
That's how I murda music, that's why your broads on my back
Got
Hey, hey, hey, man
I strike the Empire back
I strike the Empire back
Fuck the Empire
High flying like the Millennium Falcon, piloted by Han Solo
lookin' at hell like heaven
I'm on the map, makin it like the crazy on the track
Oh what the hell I get my mail while I raid you til it crack
H, I, P
lookin' at hell like heaven
I'm on the map, makin it like the crazy on the track
Oh what the hell I get my mail while I raid you til it crack
H, I, P
Back
By any means
I don't care what it takes baby I'll
Do anything
I'll
Do anything
I'll
Do anything
You don't belong in the cold
You shouldn't
the bozack, E
As I sing and do my thing I might sing
Jane, or the whole shabang
But if I snap, during the course of the rap
P tap me on the back, throw
Now what would you do if it was on you you'd shoot up the whole party
Yeh my nigga just blowed shawty
R.I.P Chop he was down in them trenches
I'm in
(what?) and try to spray me (bitch)
But I'm just to quick, slick and sly
When it's time to ride I let the bullets fly cause it's do or die (die die)
I
you
Can't give a fuck bout' a nigga cause I do me
I'm so nice I don't even get many o.p.p
The old me was a legend so R.I.P
There's enough space in
around the world
This kind of love
E dey make me want dey
What you like to do
Go low, low, low,
I'd like to
Go low, low, low,
I'd like to
Go low, low,
On the dancefloor shawty started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a balla by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it
think you waste my time
I know that I'm not the only one
So don't get it twisted son
No, I don't think that you're all mine
Baby boy what I do know
Like, "Man I love you, Mac
Of course, MGK, Em
And where the fuck is Macklemore?"
Man you make my earth quake
They love the corny wordplay
They call me
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I
SILKK THE SHOCKER LYRICS
"Just 'B' Straight"
(feat. Master P)
[Chorus]
People always talkin 'bout
(I'm what, say what? I'm what, say what?)
You're
yea she tried to do O'Neal,
and what about Ep-Do, she can't phase me,
talking that shit about she might have my ba-by,
bitch it ain't mine, I only
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
to my principals
Turned to the max
I don't do the minimal
I want the money
And the residuals
I come from nothing
Never forget that
A.P.P.Y
Imma die with
Discuss these what i do by mgk p 2520607 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In