Lyrics:
I'll shoot your black ass!
I'm a magnet to money, the paper is where I'm at
They attracted to me, they treat me like Pimp C.
I'm a P-I-M-P yo chick
toxic (YNG P)
But I love it
But I love it
Toxic love
For her, I gave up my friends, my funds
to her I belong
Ouuuhhhhh
The highs are god damn strong
But
Oh, man
Yo, I heard somebody out there think they're best
Are they better than Toad, milk?
Yo, J-Fee, you need to sit down somewhere before I roast
is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to having money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems
you always tryna waste my time
You don't even like to watch but you still moving on my time
Can I get my love back
I think I found somebody that know
[M.Bleek]
Huh?
Yeah
M-e-m-p-h-i-s Bleek
Y'all punk ass niggaz
Check it out yo
[Chorus]
Is you a thug nigga?
Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love
take me away before somebody else get killed
Bloods spills seriously
This is the letter to my homies I'll be missin
God told me to behold a pale horse
[Master P (Souya)]
Yeah shorty, we could be like Bonnie & Clyde, ya heard
Go out there and get this paper
You wit it? (yeah I'm wit it)
Then
your eyes like a squirt of lemonade
In the dark, outside, I'm surrounded by the shade
Dove with my love, spread your wings and fly away
You can keep my
got the Guap, queso, no gouda
She a freak gotta love it
Roll up that marijuana
Yeah joints by the dozen
Drinks by the liter
Pretty señoritas
In my
p'tit tour à la cité pour embrasser ma team
Neuf en département, parler correctement
Fait pas le voyou là j'suis posé avec ma ti-per
Tu connais on est
a hit somebody baby mama from behind
She get it free, she don't need no I.D. she V.I.P.
Join the booty contest, and walk away with a G
Oh MI-oh-ma,
It's the movement, swag,
It's the movement, swag,
I see y'all on top niggas.
This shit to easy mane.
I go by the name of Pleasure P.
The new bad boy
song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin
to intervene
So keep it movin M Y O B
I’m tunnelled visioned on my J O B
This FFN make her B O P
Buh she can only get ah dose of me
Cuz too much make her O D
It
Pretty chill when I was lil and just knew friends would come and go
I took stage notes signed by Spirit alone
And I heard my boy J.C say "Riv, You're gonna
the street
The way my life is going I wish somebody intervened
Had a baby by the devil I was just a lil teen
She was waiting on me my whole life
Made sense
(It's Kel P vibes)
Mmm, eh
No oh
Un jour ou l'autre je réussirai à te garder à mes côtés
Un jour ou l'autre j'arrêterai définitivement de me
Didn't lose my soul I gave it up by choice
Now you all can hear the devil in my voice
So seductive i make j cole's girl moist
Now getting girls at my shows
P.I.T., we got another one
Ain't nothin' sweet, this ain't no honey bun
Say that you got love, bitch, that's not enough
Staircase, know we goin' up
You know
A motherf***in' fool for love.
[Verse Two]
If I ain't just get outta prison,
Man listen, I'd a did him
By Kentucky Fried Chicken, and the n****, I ain't'
cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it
favorite spot
Plus I like it there, 'cause I got love on the list
High powered juice, where I don't even get frisked
Walk up in the place and get love
[Chorus]
We can chill up in the club, we can pop a little bub
We can chill up in the VIP
You can show a nigga love, you can give me back rubs
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