| On my Ps and Qs
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| I be steppin' in Jimmy Choo
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| Know she just want the loot
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| You ain’t gettin' nothing, you just get the boot
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| I just want her mind
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| I’ma fuck then kick her out
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| You just runnin' your mouth
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| You ain’t 'bout what you say you 'bout
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| I got two bad twins in my DM tryna fuck on me right now
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| I got two of my niggas on the block all day tryna trap until the sun come down
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| Still be comfortable 'round killers even when all of the guns are out
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| If a nigga play with Jack, I bet they show up at your mama house
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| If a nigga play with Jack, I bet they show up where your mama stay
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| Steppin' in designer shoes, my killers livin' luxury
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| Most these rap niggas be gay, I hope that they don’t talk to me
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| Be all on the opp dick but lowkey tryna fuck with me
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| Nah, you can’t fuck with me
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| Fire, keep it tucked with me
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| She lied, she say she love the Z
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| Didn’t get mad, gave her my dick to eat
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| If she get mad, still better not use teeth
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| I’m going days hoe call Uber Eats
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| I’m going days hoe I got too much beef
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| Everywhere I go pocket rocket on me
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| I fuck with DJ he keep my opps in the scope
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| Real street nigga down a tye that’s a tote
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| Real street nigga never doin the most
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| Like August Alstina fucked a rich nigga hoe
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| I’m that first prince from Haiti who can’t go broke
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| I’m that nigga that ain’t have shit but a little bit of hope
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| I’m that nigga who was in the mall with 20K, and spent all that shit on clothes
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| On my Ps and Qs
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| I be steppin' in Jimmy Choo
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| Know she just want the loot
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| You ain’t gettin' nothing, you just get the boot
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| I just want her mind
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| I’ma fuck then kick her out
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| You just runnin' your mouth
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| You ain’t 'bout what you say you 'bout
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| I got two bad twins in my DM tryna fuck on me right now
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| I got two of my niggas on the block all day tryna trap until the sun come down
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| Still be comfortable 'round killers even when all of the guns are out
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| If a nigga play with Jack, I bet they show up at your mama house
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| Lil' nigga, you play, get popped
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| If you play, better play with Glocks
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| Caught him lacking on his block
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| And he ended up right on Fox
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| All that talking now his dead ass all up on the fucking news
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| Big stepper, I done smooshed his ass, got blood all on my shoes
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| I don’t listen to rules, baby, I just do whatever I want
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| Sorry to be rude, baby, leave that ho so nonchalant
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| They got no clue how I ran up these blues, I got a magic wand
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| I don’t give a fuck who rock Christian Dior, bitch, go ask I’m the Don
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| Ayy I’m the Don won, ayy, I tote big guns
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| Ayy, might shoot you for fun
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| Ayy, boy, you run, you dumb
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| Boy, I swear if you run, that’s tragic
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| I’ma chase you down and let you have it
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| I be dressing classic while I tote ratchets
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| Still fucking project hoes, swear I got bad habits
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| On my Ps and Qs
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| I be steppin' in Jimmy Choo
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| Know she just want the loot
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| You ain’t gettin' nothing, you just get the boot
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| I just want her mind
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| I’ma fuck then kick her out
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| You just runnin' your mouth
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| You ain’t 'bout what you say you 'bout
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| I got two bad twins in my DM tryna fuck on me right now
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| I got two of my niggas on the block all day tryna trap until the sun come down
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| Still be comfortable 'round killers even when all of the guns are out
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| If a nigga play with Jack, I bet they show up at your mama house |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song P's & Q's , by - Jackboy. Song from the album Living In History, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп