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b justice - i'm a p lyrics

message from my b-tch in texas, she says she can’t wait to do me,
but right now i’m eating sushi with camilla sakatumi.
ask me if i spit the fire, girl, i’ve got the hottest loubie.
i’m the youngest n-gg-r operating, call me doctor goodie.

says i lie, i don’t retrain, sh-t don’t stink, i don’t redo it,
it’s just adidas and lacrosse, leave my jeans within no cost.
tell the trash hold across, all our truth hold afrost.
i’m like prince, i can’t achieve, brush my teeth this morn’, hold the floss.
dirty, dirty hoes ‘em off, ain’t no time for doze ‘em off,
that p-ssy open for business, you be tryin’ to close it up.
the reason why the game ain’t told you, we try to expose it off,
we’re a bunch of shot callers, seem to f-ck your protocol.
all my chicks being here lousy, wearin’ all the tightest dresses,
after cl-ss for planting visas, black american expresses.
happy hour right at home, it just need a little refreshment.
take him up to that hotel and tax it out for every second.

say i’m a p, i’m a p, i’m a p, i’m a p.
i’m a scholar with this ship, got lot of green.
i need to get the fillie load out at me,
i swear to god that’s how much i feel, i’m a p
say i’m a p, i’m a p, i’m a p, i’m a p.
all the way around to sixty degrees,
all the chicks you want we have them on their knees,
she says my n-gg-r able, but my n-gg-r speed,
see, i’m a p.

says i’m an element, no p, got ‘em gallen’, they go speed,
i be so high blowing that cush, she could smell the scent on me.
don’t you ask me for no dollars, hoe, i’m gallin’ m.o.b.
when it come to bridges, know that hoe, i make it l.o.x.
if you ain’t heard me, i’m a p, i ain’t free,
i’m so f-cking wrong, homie, they say i’m a p.
i put packs up on the corner and put p-ssy on the pole,
i’m the karate kid, pimp snookie and these hoes.
lyrics more, popping sag, see it while they clapping at,
on the mall, watch it rack, so let the time count the stacks.
sh-t, ‘cause i’m on a mission for them dollars
and that gucci, louis, prada, lurkin’ on my phone just got her on.

i’m a p, you know what it do,
got them hoes in morocco all the way to peru.
down in tel aviv all the way back to the louvre.
and they still don’t believe me when i tell ‘em i’m zou.
i’m turned up, i just thank alexy rebrauns,
judging all money when i’m in my line.
i got a b-tch in way seems that she know coran,
but her sister better, so she likes to lounge.
rolling off for him, i think i’m starting pimping,
if that’s your hoe tell your b-tch to get out my missions,
these n-gg-rs ain’t no p’s, i don’t see it in ‘em,
senegal hoes, but they really random.
whipe yourself out, a hollywood killer,
stay spittin’ fire, nickname your venom.
i know that n-gg-r hatin’ , that’s why i gotta spin ‘em.
even the octopus wouldn’t fill ‘em.

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