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this guild until you're feeling these skills (father fuckers!)" [PETER PANDEMONIUM ALTER EGO:] L-S-D L-t-d. , D-M-T D-P-T , T-H-C e-t-c , EYE+I A-M
know you want her I'm smokin' Blockhead, I smoke good marijuana Huh, huh, huh, huh F-Y-P-M, how I'm coming Risk lil sumn', if ya sniff lil sumn' This
know I got grit And I'm hard to beat Like a 2 inch dick Tune for they headtop When a nigga spit Gone off the fifth No P.M. Dawn I'm set a drift From all
vec a te nun respir m'astip Tutt e juorn fstiv P putè vedere ngopp o vis chillu sorris Chi fa ben mor accis chi fa mal accir, Ma nn t pò accirr semp o
three at once But when I'm sad I talk to hoes that I ain't even want It's two P.M. and I'm already kinda slump My baby mama praying for a baby bump
we bmf Big Cs in this bitch but she P.M.S Yeah that's my little opp Bitch Good pussy and she drop shit And it's fuck the other side She gone let that
I'm starting over again It's 3 p.m. and I'm finally Ready to look at the wold Say, come on, let's give it a whirl Yes now I'm ready to get dolled up
to survive And I pray that someday I might win the powerball And kiss that work goodbye Six a.m. the alarms starts in Gotta go earn my miller light Six p.m
trying (to) impress you just confessing that I meant it! It's 1 p.m. and I'm out on the road I miss you more than I can bear - that doesn't really change
like Nightmare on Elm Street Lyrical with the flows I dumb it down for the beat I keep the temp 94 They say I fuck B P M Until I’m pitchin my flows
the p.m. now I'm fighting agents But in the end, ima win, because I flipped them pages Book of revelations, seen it coming, so I'm tryna change it. Times
at least Pink slip cars no lease It's No Limit to the money, I'm the new Master P. Unh I got a pen and paper and I wrote out my goals Only fuck with those
I'm gon' be Lil P-O-P-M-C Don't act like you know me I'm raw as NYC, reversed hop dash H-I-P I came straight from the goat Britney You can top some,
P, we ears of P Know what I'm talking about Bitch, I feel like P Young P, nigga, I be posted in the cut My shirt hoes only bitch on like I'm 30 plus
P-I-M-P, put it in my pocket (put it in my pocket) If it ain't 'bout my money or me nuttin', we ain't talkin' (nope) Put me in a bet if you tryna get it
yea You gon' pop it 4 my nigga P-I, M-P Cause he out there with my nigga B-I, and P-A-C Streets fuck with you and I can see why, you a G You could
touch the floor. Mothafucka, get on "SPIt ROW" Like I said you already know; P-O-P-I-M-P. I gotta beg for yo body, Girl I need yo body, I see
ain't finish like I know yeah, the dough, yeah You a fire and you know, yeah, it show yeah You don't bother for my nigga P I M P ?Cause he out there
It's 7, oh, 7 P.M. Won't you set me up and show me how It's gettin' late All these people around me wear me out Can't concentrate But it's
my Nikes And I just might fuck your wife, cause I'm livin trife I gives a fuck about a punk pussy rapper Cause I break the dawn in the p.m
slip out for a bite A coffee shop, and toast, coffee and juice And then we'll sleep 'til five p.m. And start it up all over again I never want
slip out for a bite A coffee shop, and toast, coffee and juice And then we'll sleep 'til 5 p.m. And start it up all over again I never want to cool
the lot cause we fins to crawl 24's like T.I., plenty hoes cause I'm a P-I M-P it's simply up in me, so don't ask why I do the thangs that I do, Blue
till six in the morn' ha [Hook: x 2] [Slim Thug] I'm V.I.P., in the back of the club Slim Thee, they call me the best dressed thug Your misses
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