Lyrics:
P.D.
Awright, load up
Yeah, here's a loaded club for yo' ass
Awright, cool -- ay, what about these skinheads?
Ay check it out
I can't stand dem
Calvin, Blake and Wilson
Gambled in the dark
Not one of them would ever live to
Tell the tale on the disembark
Brother rose up 'gainst brother
In
up, baby come lift that dress then roll it up for me when I'm stressed
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami,
you for defamation
I packed up and moved away from all you dudes who be hating
All you groupies waiting on a night with Young
You gon be waiting because
it up for me when I'm stressed
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed
make no happy man
[Noke D & (Mike Wilson)]
I'm the kind of player (I'm the kind of player)
That can change your world around (let me turn your world
caught by the coppers
It's time for me to raise 'em up proper by myself
It's a goddamn struggle when a bitch ain't got no help
Now everybody tellin' me
How y'all feeling tonight?
Thank y'all for coming out to this
Impromptu-type performance I just set up
I love the energy in this city
This is one
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. you
can't even drink it
Well, maybe by Christmas they'll dig up the roads
Take whatever you can, girl
Leave the rest for the crows
Leave the rest for
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, trying to keep the reaper off me
I
to hang with
It's so hard for me to open up and start a conversation
I rehearse what I wanna say in my head a hundred times
And end up not even saying it
I thought that went very well, except for the electrical screw-up
What did you guys think?
Ugh, terrible
Terrific
I mean, I don't understand
I got a chip on my shoulder that's black providence
Bic game stronger than parkers
Bitch it's plastic over steel
No need for the vessels me and my
it
No there ain't much there
But dirt and wind and tumbleweeds sure sound good to me
Even if I live by all my exes
This Heart Belongs in Texas
This
thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up
Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies
I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey
Riding
Chop it up over a phone
I'm Wilson Meadows
I promise
I'm grown
Seek and you find like your home
You can't be stuck on your past
Don't be scared to leave
face
Yeah, yeah, pink for these blue underzealous with them chase
So don't think I'm a lick, keep G-26, it's not in the hoes, so that bitch do my dip
If
smiled back and I told him who I was
He said come on in and pull you up a chair
You might as well since you already here
And he said, "You can call
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. you
Once again, this is it
Turn it up
Here we go
But this time the rhyme
Gonna ask who did the crime
Then let's get down to the nitty-gritty
I want
on
Watch I'm young and I'm restless
Look, I'm rolling and restless
The plates say Texas
Shot in the Lexus, the paint say witness
Trappin for breakfast then
mood
Fuck with me youll end up all on the news
Hot headed baby no I cant keep my cool
Dear father god to you I pray
All night every single day
For
when I stand but these bitches still scared
Unbothered by hos cause I know I’m truth
Smashin on sight bitch lace up yo shoes
Whoopin yo ass like yo
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