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Styles P I M A G

yeah! But I'm a do me, you can say whatever I'm a G! ... guess it's a sad think my... is magic! I remember I never I never said December was cold, But

Francis Switchin our styles like the hottest new dancers See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a

city use to be real sick people from other cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa

I'm so fresh I should be arrested new Tody Chester with my nuts on your chest b-tch she said "hey 'Ye" I said "Yes B-tch" damn I'm only asking you a question

You know what I'm sayin'? To all that haze goes out with, nationwide You know what I'm sayin'? I'm the maddest muthafucker Shit?s gonna fly, and shit Evil E style

toy Is it the pimp, the crook, the hustling thing The man, the music that making a king I'm simply building my Ming A million men marchin' like condom [unverified] I'm

you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P I'm 'bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P I M P Not what you

thugs we be Bone Thug, ah Now I'm a thug, seems like every time I come out I gotta prove I'm thug Like a nigga put in work, with his blood It's gonna

to bangs, nigga insanes Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa Nigga, bow down and I'm outta your picture Just might killa, got a