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• Artiste: Money Man
• Titre: Keep It P
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Hatin' ass niggas, need to shut the fuck up, niggas Yeah, I told him I'ma keep it P, come and get a P from me Aim it with the blick, I shoot the stick just like he shoot a three Hush up with that talkin', he just cappin', who the fuck is he? Push up with that glizzy, he'll get hit with the Glock .23 Tuck in's just blend, I'm in Ft. Lauderdale at Eddie V's PJ straight to Houston 'cause they pick me up inside the sleeve Grow house send him CP9, they raid it we ain't trippin', yeah Four hoes drain the plastic, fuck the kills, you know I'm pimpin', yeah Jroc watched me open this bitch up, look how I whip it, yeah Trap spot in the trenches, you can't come because it's wicked, there Bought my bitch a key, but I told her, 'Stuff all them racks in there' I can't see y'all niggas, too much smoke inside my atmosphere Goyard y'all full of paper, weigh me down just like some gravity Black truck full of shooters when I pull up, they in back of me Closet full of firearms, I hope that ATF don't come I'ma cop another charm, the shark piece is the latest one Drop the dancer off and then I went and picked the doctor up Exotic custom builds, you know I had to split the chopper up He ain't in rotation, he just sittin' around that bitch pressed At Taboo in Miami, yeah, we left that bitch a fuckin' mess Went and bought a hundred P's from Sac, that my side quest How much money do we got for real? Bitch, just tryna guess Million every hour, told my label, I can't go for less C8, I just pulled up on him, picked her up, inside the Vette Yeah, told her, 'I'ma keep your P, come and get a P from me' Aim it with the blick, I shoot the stick just like he shoot a .3 Push up with that talkin', he just cappin', who the fuck is he? Push up with that glizzy, you'll get hit with the Glock 23 Tuck in just to blend on me, Ft. Lauderdale at Eddie V's Pj's straight to Houston 'cause they picked me up inside the sleeve Grow house in the CP9, they raid it we ain't trippin', yeah Four hoes drain the plastic fuck the kills, you know I'm pimpin', yeah Tryna stay away from gangster shit, but I'm still with it though Still remember days that we was robbin', scammin' bippin' loads You ain't tryna shoot or tryna drive then find a different road Told my youngins, 'Let's go get some dope,' they gotta itch to score Tryna stay alive and dodge the system, but I'm fresh to death Bitch ain't tryna fuck, I'm like, 'Aight,' then baby, exit left Runnin' up a check like every day but I ain't catch a breath Told the baby, 'Guys calm it down,' but all they know is step Finna hit the stage and go perform with my Glock 26 Answerin' my phone from random bitches, I'm like, 'Who is this'? Bro just hit my line, he gotta play for about twenty bricks Ain't tryna fuck with me, I laugh it off like, 'Yeah, you losin' bitch' Every time a niggas hit the scene, I bring the diamonds out Better keep your bitch up on that lease before I fly her out In the streets, I know that I signed what I signed up for, I ain't signin' out I remember I was broke and doin' bad, but now I'm shinin' now, niggas Yeah, I'm told I'ma keep it P, come and get a P from me Aim it with the blick, I shoot the stick just like he shoot a three Push up with that talkin', he just cappin', who the fuck is he? Push up with that glizzy, he'll get hit with the Glock .23 Tuck in's just to blend, I'm in Fort Lauderdale at Eddie V's P.J. straight to Houston 'cause they picked me up inside the sleeve Grow house in a CP9, it get raided we ain't trippin', yeah Four hoes drain the plastic fuck the kills, you know I'm pimpin', yeah