Badr2x - With da P's

With the Ps
Yeah. Yeah
With the P's
Turn-me-up, Mmm...

I keep it P. It's no surprise
She give me top. I'm paralyzed
She telling lies. She Advertise
If I don't want it, I'm cutting ties
Why they hating. I win the prize
Got the white girl cooking apple pies
I could never ever tell a lie
But the broke boy tell it to survive

Obama Called. He said wassup
The money long. We turning up
Like Astronaut. I'm burning up
If-you-broke-you-know-you-outta-luck
The homie seasick, he-keep-it-tucked
You outta line... he'll line you up
If-you-brave-I-dare-you-to-pull-up
He gone mow you down it's not a bluff

With the Ps
With the P's
Yeah. Yeah
With the P's
Mmm...
Counting cheese
Counting cheese
Yeah yeah
With the P's

Making Bank Empire, money moves
The hunnies love us, you-know-they-gone-choose
We chasing after bags we let you snooze
Touch on my ice then you make the news
They searching for your soul. They have no clues
All we do is win we never Lose
I'm hanging with the gangstas. We outside
We acting ignorant, they pull they blinds

You-are-not-a-baddy ! close your thighs
We call you sharmuta, make you cry
She-panicking-like-she-is-gonna-die
We having fun and kill it all the time
I'm too ignant, I can't behave
All this ice on me. She's gonna crave
I make dolla bills and save the day
For my people, we gone pave a way

With the Ps
With the Ps
Huh huh
Counting cheese
Counting cheese

Written by:
Badreldin Sidik

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