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premo rice - throw them p's lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
a lot of hoes, they give me money, man (huh?)
you gotta want it, man
church is on a hundred, man (a hundred, man)
i’m out here sonnin’, man
something that you need to know (yeah)
i’m rollin’ through the city checkin’ like the meter broke (yeah, yeah, yeah)
my n+gga you are not a p, you’re just a gigolo (yeah, yeah, yeah)
your b+tch a silly ho (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m gettin’ silly dough
almost to the millies though (yeah, yeah, yeah)
this proper ism for my b+tches that be feelin’ low (feelin’ low)
and all my money makin’ honеys that’ll really go (‘ll really go)
thesе b+tches really blow (yeah, yeah, yeah)
just snap and finger roll (yeah, yeah, yeah)
this beat that jiggy flow, jiggin’, gettin’ busy, bro (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i be that n+gga with the skeetchies at the philly show (philly show)
your n+gga sorry, ism to me what you really owe (what you really owe, uh, uh)
every ho should have a picture of this pimp on they wall
yeah, i do this for y’all

[interlude]
p, don’t forget who you are
don’t forget, you understand me? your ministry and chemistry that you got, you understand me?
of the, with this power, man
[chorus]
p’s, throw them p’s
p’s, throw them p’s
p’s, throw them p’s
huh, yeah, throw them p’s

[verse 2]
well, can you dig it? (can you dig it?) game frigid (game frigid)
out in the valley with my b+tch, she too exquisite (she too exquisite)
i’m talkin’ digits (i’m talkin’ what?), cold chicken (cold chicken)
say you wanna choose on me, what brain cells is you missing? (what is you mising?)
this sh+t’s the ism (this sh+t’s the ism), can you dig it? (can you dig it?)
your count be lookin’ short, i said i need ’bout fifty (i need ’bout fifty)
b+tch, make it sixty (b+tch, make it sixty, b+tch), you lookin’ iffy (you lookin’ iffy)
get out of pocket with the p, b+tch, is you trippin’? (b+tch, is you trippin’?)
is you trippin’?

[outro]
you got the power, bro, to go to another country, another state, you know what i mean? (yeah, the ism)
and change a stranger’s mindstate about the lifestyle (the ism)
all you gotta do is step out on fate, you know what i mean? and you’ll feet it, man (the ism, the ism)

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