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pj - call me lyrics

call me pj, and i need it in my life – 2x

[pj]
they call me pj, and i need it in my life
think you can f-ck with me, i suggest you think twice
tuck in your ice, i’m doing bad and i mean it
just lost a key player, but it seems like i’m dreaming
rest in peace bugaloo, we gon shine for you daddy
from the worst to the worst, we gon grind for you daddy
h-ll naw i ain’t happy, this flow is pain
everytime i hear your name, dog it f-ck with my brain
and the block ain’t the same, without you crawling on 4’s
balling in the b-tt-naked, having fun with the hoes
from connections to max’s, the platinum it’s on
7-90 cl!ck number one stunner, boy you gone
but you not forgotten, boss man we ain’t stopping
bumper unlocking, all the sl-ts still bopping
d-mn this sh-t hurt, with your picture on a shirt
almost lost my d-mn mind, when they put you in the dirt
i gotta do it big, stack paper to the ceiling
pull capers pimp hoes, rap hustler dope dealing
you n-ggas playing games, on these fake sprewells
you n-ggas don’t deserve, to be out the detail
n-ggas screaming platinum, but it’s really white gold
n-ggas touch some cash, and go marry white hoes
pj baby, i ain’t tripping on no wife
if you wanna f-ck with me, gotta put it in my life
i ain’t tripping, po’ the drank and get to sipping
sliding down the boulevard, lil’ n-gga big pimping
breaking hoes changing clothes, play the game how it go
pushing wide body low’s, no mo’ sw-nging 4’s
in the mix throw fits, x’ing haters off my list
it’s sprite and coedine, i ain’t f-cking with the cris’
pj i’m the sh-t, so you hoes better learn
big money what i earn, 24’s gon turn
put a hundred on my neck, put fifty in my mouth
bling bling motherf-cker, how we do it down south
b-tch you rolling with a boss, top down when i floss
put my mama in a house, no wife no spouse
cop the range rover, let em know the game over
ak on my shoulder, i’m a boss hogg soldier
looking for a d-ck blower, to give me some brain
in the game having thangs, outlaw bringing pain
showing out in the lot, working made it to the top
air shocks make it hop, pockets got a fat knot
when the club let out, then we pimp the parking lot
balling 3-6 now, then we hit that i-hop
gone on that x, hoes wanna have s-x
got that nine on my waist, for you boys holding plex
pj get respect, pj a real n-gga
northside-southside, tell me what’s the deal n-gga

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