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P-Lo

No Idea

 

No Idea

(альбом: PRIME - 2018)


[P-Lo:]
Don't you know I got the city on lock? (yeah, ooo)
Diamonds dancing when you see me outside (yeah, ayy)
P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back

Ain't nobody like me, bitch, I'm custom
There's a lot of fake shit I can't fuck with
If she let me in raw, I'ma bust quick
Only hit her once, now she treat me like a husband (ooo)
But she ain't my wife
She just want to be in my life
Consequences, being that guy
Know the [?]
She know I'm dripping the sauce
Too far from getting involved
I'm just tryna capture the moment
The youth always knew I was chosen
Make bands, let it double, watch it grow quick
Three-point all net when it goes in
Like KD and Steph, lay up on [?] with my left
Keep gold chains on my chest
She don't know when, but answers with yes
They call me the best when I dress, no less

[P-Lo (ALLBLACK):]
Don't you know I got the city on lock?
Diamonds dancing when you see me outside
Only one that's really repping my side
In my zone, yeah I been in my vibe
Whole gang with me, I know they gon' ride
Got blue hundreds, really taking my side (P-Lo, thank you for fucking with me)
No idea what to do with my kind (P-Lo, wtach your bitch though)
No idea what to do with my kind (it's Black)

[ALLBLACK:]
He want to funk over a runner, shoot me with the pistol
I make green locking niggas, I'm like Terrance Mitchell
Picky nigga, I complain of the smallest pimple
All you gotta do is listen, bitch, it's that simple
Text my phone, three AM, like "Papi, you up?"
I just let that brash reel, you know I tore it up
That's the kind of bitch I need, drop all of them busts
She support me when I'm down, won't quit when it's tough
She said that nah that ain't her, want a totem pump
She hate niggas like my Migos niggas hate Trump
She accept me how I came, she ate the molly
G-Star over my body, shoutout Big Tommy
P-Lo and Black speed, we airing Ducatis
One more trip 'gon have me ice water like TB Johnny
Free yo ass if you treat me just like errybody
Last time your bitch slid through, she ate salami

[P-Lo (ALLBLACK):]
Don't you know I got the city on lock? (Black, thank you)
Diamonds dancing when you see me outside
Only one that's really repping my side
In my zone, yeah I been in my vibe
Whole gang with me, I know they gon' ride
Got blue hundreds, really taking my side
No idea what to do with my kind
No idea what to do with my kind

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