Lyrics:
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
who you fuckin' with, you can't suck it, baby, just swallow it
Prosper, "P" for the pussy been gettin' thrown at me
"R" for the Rollie that Nas got
the arm like you done out here
You done! You done? You done! You done? You Done!
Like why did you come out here?
You wanna argue?
Nah!
Open my heart is
The more you upgrade it numbs you
It means no more it's the R-E -U-P Gang
Every night we sleep tight
The king coil mattress full of caine
First the merger
Ladies and gentleman
I got a story to tell
Come on and sit side by side on this carpet
It goes a little something like this
She came on me hard
No
BOULAVOGUE
(P.J.McCall)
At Boulavogue, as the sun was setting
O'er bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought
BOULAVOGUE
(P.J.McCall)
At Boulavogue, as the sun was setting
O'er bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought
with open arms? (I'm sure you know, yeah)
'Cause the north winds pushed slighting
On horses I'll ride in, oh (yeah, no, no)
And I feel you right by me
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
to say I need you, ah yeah (hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop)
I promise I'd never leave you, ah yeah
My life is like twelve open mics of hopeless notes
I write
the Don P
Beep, that's me that drop the funk beat, uh uh
Me and Lil' Travis stun'n hard off 'less my daddy grab it
I got a Roley on my wrist with 10 karats
you're protected by
Castle made of red and blue
Joycon boys forever
R.i.p to you
(Etika!)
116 123
Those the numbers that you Need
Speak your mind
To set
Girl anything you need is in these open arms
(These open arms girl)
We'll fly together free wherever you want
(Wherever you want)
Cause you're my
Hardy creps
Walkin with a dumb Ed Hardy bop
I got so much Ed Hardy clothes
I could open my own Ed Hardy shop
But, you man are dry like
You ain't creamed
rock the stripes of an M-P, pon my timb tree
And keep the Taurus for my enemies
Whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clik
It gets realer so
is like hangin' yourself at a.....
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up wit' JD doh', crazy
that she loved me i didn’t even doubt her
Run to the money my step moving faster
Family still matter and carl ain't the caster
Making cheese put the p in
that she loved me I didn't even doubt her
Run to the money my step movin faster
Family still matter and Carl aint the caster
Making cheese put P in
around, but they in the red
Tone got Heroine bricks and P's around and play with the meds, ay (let's get it)
Family reunion Tone surrounded by rich,
rock the stripes of an M-P, pon my timb tree
And keep the Taurus for my enemies
Whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clik
It gets realer so
rock the stripes of an M-P, pon my timb tree
And keep the Taurus for my enemies
Whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clik
It gets realer so
I owe it to keep on going
Like a life of the bars don't cease
I'll give an arm and a leg
One deep, while I'm draggin' this beat to a depth
I'm
ones hug everybody with open arms
Imekata kokata wee kote eh! if we pull up we go open arms
Mgbe a n'akpo double isi odo,charles okafor bu omalinze
happen
I pick out a bag and I know that it's heat
Wedding pie, Motorbreath buy it by the P
I could mail the pack but ima drive it on me
Fuck roadblocks I'm
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