those (TO THOSE) that held it down for years Keepin our shit on blast... (M.O.P.) They wonder why they don't get enough M.O.P. (why that?) Simple and
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to those (TO THOSE) that held it down for years Keepin our shit on blast... (M.O.P.) They wonder why they don't get enough M.O.P. (why that?) Simple and
my money straight no creases P P P Peep this We got bottles over here Kush is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.) Bithces over there... we good (O. D. O
some lipo as for rappers she is not my type she's like a typo flow is universal take a blood test im type O naz do me a favor turn da volume up its quite
? I got a partner, got a plan for some dough And if you're down, you can pick up yourself a pretty penny Be in town in a minute Now be sure if you're
put down the cristal, time to take off the ice for a minute Time to throw a little mud Turn me up some, yo Yo, yo, gimme some room, I'm throwin' elbows
bitch I'm not havin' Or it'll your [unverified] super [unverified] Employee leave in a bag and Black wagon, bait boy I'm not braggin' It's a promise,
s you and me It don't matter if you got a day job or a stripper Shake it like you mean it, bitch, I?m a good tipper It?s been a minute, damn, you done
him He told me every thug nigga is a gentlemen So I took heed, take my time still won't speed Yo, a nigga got kids, so my family need A little more
, wipe the fuckin' smirf off Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A and P
to be that nigga, nigga then show me If you that nigga, then show me, nigga I hold a mic like I'm Gail Sails Hoppin' over chairs like O.J., my rushin
a song, singing man Sing a song, singing man Sing another song, singing man Sing another song, singing man Sing a song for me Sing a song for me [P.O
is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove general electric, perfected, cooking them O's no more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves hoes, I need a
I'm feeling sad (yeah) I'm feeling sad (yeah) I'm feeling sad (yeah) I'm feeling sad (yeah) I'm feeling sad (yeah) Sitting in a hotel room A thousand
you learned That niggas with long paper take longer to crack That's why every chance I buy me a gat Why you rather buy you a chain, I aim at your brain
but you can call me P.O.P. And getta dose of the dope but dope is so deep Only white girl I'll fuck, is Pamela Lee And I'm gangsta, so some niggas call