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J.u.m.p.i.n.g. jumping in gomorrah, I'm religion free J.u.m.p.i.n.g. jumping in gomorrah, I'm religion free Bring your horn of plenty Gold calves,
Salutations From a greater northwest alley and Reservations Every person goes to steak house eight P.M. You got your rickety bones I got my
It's 10 p.m. and I am missin' My seventh song for December second My mind's gone blank I cannot think clear About the lyrics For this damn song
Fourth of July Instagram story clickin' tryna save the moment Sexy woman sell the pussy but we ain't condone it I woke up in the hospital at 2 P.M Abu
strong I make knowledge born, I flip the script And rock on from P.M. (past the fucking Dawn) Pass the Hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what what
I used to leave work at 5 p.m. Get home about a half past three Spending my time out on the town 'Cause there was nothing waiting home for me I was
J.U.M.P.I.N.G. jumping in Gomorrah, I'm religion free J.U.M.P.I.N.G. jumping in Gomorrah, I'm religion free Bring your horn of plenty Gold
nigga, you got all the bitch niggas Pusha Inc. and O.P.M, tell em' come and get with us Versace pillows everywhere nigga come and sit with us I'm not
Emotions like to play me like a pawn But Prince Be deciphers the P.M. Dawn But what do you get when the candlestick's lit And reveals all the code in
j'ai sali la p'tite blonde Merde ça craint, M.I. putain, on t'dit d'pas toucher J'ai les poils, j'ai les poils bientôt les pecs a king kong Bad boy,
Come if you can You said, I Am Only sixteen, life is so mean What kind of curfew is at 10 p.m. You saw my mistakes. And watched my heart break
I jah yeah, he tell me not to be that way. I luv I jah, yeah, I gotta keep my P-M-A. My lovely sister, judge me by my closthes, yeah. Only
them, they think that we are fooling around We have had about enough Now we're gonna get real tough It happens everyday, That's why we got P.M
and I still tote iron I'm a P-I-M-P in my own rhyme Space-age guerrilla pimpin' out the cage with mine Would you steal for me, nigga? If it's goddamn
so I guess I gotta love 'em though But I'm a P i m p, so you know I don't love these hoes And I, don't see 'em, (don't see 'em), won't be 'em
appost Allo si scem E nun o fai appost Pur si teng l'uocchij nguoll O sai nun sto sbagliann M regal na cullan P' ogni sbagl cagg fatt E m stann aret Par
named P-O-P, D-O-A, R-I-P Caught him at the D-M-V, while my ass T-N-T Down the F-D-R doin eighty, in the E-S-3 Put you in E-M-S, break A-T-M's, K-F-C
itessään on tarpeeks palkintoo S-T-E-M-P Se on S-T-E-M-P Ä-ä- S-T-E-M-P Se on Stemppi, Stemppi
bagay se lajan Menm le m'ap domi M'toujou fe lajan Tout sa'm vle se lajan Mwen vle Lajan lajan Lajan lajan Lajan Pa vinn pale ave'm Si'w pa'p pale'm de
tie obia asem Hw3 akonam nti me p3 me ho As3m Nti me k) ahh na me k) me ka Obi As3m Owura nu ay3 me soronko nti dodo naaa p3 m'asem yaww Nti )b) me mpre
e la gloria di vivere in pace Pardon, simm nata storj Nun c chiammà chiù p nomm M luass a vit p nu poc r ammor A famiglia mi nun t le mettr mocc
simply dope beats Intros and drum rolls On the radio, the radio I'll meet you at a summer jam I'm with you P.M. or A.M. I'll work out with you when
two Feet deep as I slide up the street Im from the LBC And I don't know what ya'll been heard about me But im a c-r-i-p with some p-i-m-p too Im a real
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P So my pockets never be empty It ain't no problem, we scoop them models We got
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