| Yeah homie I’m a real P. I
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| I say, yeah homie I’m a real P. I
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| Oh, I tell that hoe sell that pussy
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| Gimme that money
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| Keep that money comin' back in hundreds and the twenties
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| Sell that pussy, gimme that money
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| Hop on my dick like a playboy bunny
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| Yeah homie I’m a real P. I
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| Real nigga till the day I die
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| And for my homies I ride
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| Represent that Fan City West Side
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| All you niggas want to hate 'cause I say that I’m the king
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| But ain’t none of y’all niggas real enough
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| To come fuck with a nigga like me
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| You see, niggas like me get money
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| Hey, we get money
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| Niggas like me don’t play
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| We grind hard, like ever single day sooo
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| You mutha fuckas say you gotta problem
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| Then homie all you gotta do is start some shit
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| 'Cause bitch I gotta click full of gangstas that’s ready to pop
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| As soon as you tell em let off a clip
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| And I stay so focused I used to live so hopeless
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| And now I’m on the grind on the grind yeah homie I’m a real P. I
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| Yeah yeah I’m from the hood and you did not naw know naw know
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| And yeah yeah I do this good and I got them hoes them hoes |