PMF
Ooh (Yeah, pardon my french, mama, pardon my french, mama)
Ooh (Yeah, pardon my french, mama, pardon my french, mama)
(Yeah, ugh)
Man, I'll keep it goin' for y'all niggas one last time
You know what I'm sayin'? Shit
Yeah, yeah
Fuck they heard? What the fuck they talkin' 'bout?
Like, what?
Ooh (Damn, I be cookin' up some shit)
Ooh (Ooh, ah, ooh, I'm with my gat in this bitch, ah, ooh, ah)
Know what I'm sayin'? (Agh, ooh)
The fuck? (Ah, Diizii!)
Uh, uh, you niggas can come up and play
Just know that I'm good with the TEC
Uh (Phew), ain't nobody seein' that shit
That's why I'm never leavin' hickeys on her neck
Uh (Ooh), uh (Ah), not doin' no work for no nigga
That's why I'm not reppin' a set (Buh!)
If you gamble your life and you don't even know it
Uh, you get what you get
Pardon my french (Ooh), mama (Ah)
'Cause I'm fuckin' shit up and I'm all 'bout that drama (Ooh, ah)
Slangin' that iron like it's a katana (Slangin' that, slangin' that)
You playin' that shit, nigga, you is a goner (Ooh-ooh), ah
Pardon my french, mama
Wouldn't want this life for my sons or my daughters (Nah, nah-nah)
And this shit gettin' harder, the fuck? (The fuck?)
Pardon my french, mama
If it ain't 'bout a bag, I don't keep in touch
I let it hang, I don't keep it tucked
If it's makin' love, I'ma beat it up
I could paint her face or she could drink it up
Is it really up? Is it really not?
Now this rap shit is all I got
You can get hit from any side
Buh! (Phew) Buh! (Phew) Shit, I got it hot (Ha-ha)
I'm chiefin' this shit, got me stuck in the loop (Stuck)
Fuck is you sayin'? I'm swangin' that tool (Fuck)
They said I did what? They said I was who?
Fuck it, lil' nigga, I do what I do
And she holdin' me down, that's facts (One hunnid)
Pay up, lil' bitch, you know I tax (Yeah)
Now she askin', "where the dick at?" (Hol' on)
Two shots, ain't no Twin Gats (Fah-fah)
Yeah, I'm 'bouta fuck it up, we 'bouta fuck shit up, pardon my french (Yeah)
Tell me, nigga, how the fuck I'ma like yo' bitch if I got me a ten? (What the fuck?)
They lurkin' on me, they type a text, but, nigga, they ain't ever send (Lil' bitch)
I ain't worried 'bout no youngin' and no bitch, pardon my french (Ooh-ooh)
Yeah, me and Def just been through some shit, but no, we not beefin' (Yeah)
This the last blunt of the night, little nigga (Okay)
I'm puffin' this shit 'til I'm done with the reefer (Phew)
You droppin' that wack ass shit, just keep it (Ha)
I'll tell you, I don't give a damn 'bout a beaver (Damn)
This water on me, like, damn, I need a heater
I'll call up my bitch 'cause I'm finna go feel her (Ha, ha, ha)
Just pardon my french 'cause I'm with a ten
Might crack in the backseat without a tint (Yeah)
50 Cent, nigga, she fuck many men (Yeah)
Not talkin' my bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout the last (Yeah)
But fuck that lil' bitch, I left her in the past (Ooh)
I'll give you the blunt, just pass back the gas (Ooh)
Cherish every moment, life movin' too fast
Fuck all the fame, nigga, give me the cash
No greetings, not seein' if you wave like the sea (Shh-shh)
I don't fuck wit' y'all niggas and that's how I be (Shh-shh)
Not sellin' my soul, I'm just tryna live free (Shh-shh)
My life is on lock and I got the key (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck it, lil' bitch, I'm killin' my beat
We on top, number one, not two, not three
Is you fried like me and TDB?
You don't get it now? Just wait up and see
We fuckin', we causin' a ruckus, we shootin' them buckets (Buh-buh-buh!)
The gat finna drum it, it got it a hunnid (Buh-buh-buh!)
The hunnid round lookin' like titties, you feel me? (Buh-buh-buh!)
You feel me? You don't, bitch? Well, you cannot kill me (Buh-buh-buh!)
You killed me? You can't, lil' bitch, I'ma tell you, you can't kill a muh'fuckin' god
But really I'm human 'cause there is a god
First was the flood and now it gon' be fire (Ooh-ooh)
You know who it is, Diizii of Actiive (Yeah)
Been 'bout that shit, nah, I ain't ever lackin' (Yeah)
Tryna do some'? I'm finna go pack him (Fah-fah-fah)
Go do somethin' else, just quit with the rappin' (Fah-fah-fah, yeah)
Go do somethin' else, just quit with the cappin' (Ha)
I'm high out my mind, I don't know what happened (Shh-shh)
Who in the fuck is you? I am not dappin' you up (Phew, phew)
Shit, little nigga, I'm spazzin' (Ooh-ooh)
Uh, uh, you niggas can come up and play
Just know that I'm good with the TEC
Uh (Phew), ain't nobody seein' that shit
That's why I'm never leavin' hickeys on her neck
Uh (Ooh), uh (Ah), not doin' no work for no nigga
That's why I'm not reppin' a set (Buh!)
If you gamble your life and you don't even know it
Uh, you get what you get
Pardon my french (Ooh), mama (Ah)
'Cause I'm fuckin' shit up and I'm all 'bout that drama (Ooh, ah)
Slangin' that iron like it's a katana (Slangin' that, slangin' that)
You playin' that shit, nigga, you is a goner (Ooh-ooh), ah
Pardon my french, mama
Wouldn't want this life for my sons or my daughters (Nah, nah-nah)
And this shit gettin' harder, the fuck? (The fuck?)
Pardon my french, mama
Shit, we finished that shit off, homie
9 NIIGHT BLUNT
Damn, and I guess it's just one thing left to say
Tuh, I'm ghost (I'm ghost, I'm ghost)
Ooh (Yeah, pardon my french, mama, pardon my french, mama)
(Yeah, ugh)
Man, I'll keep it goin' for y'all niggas one last time
You know what I'm sayin'? Shit
Yeah, yeah
Fuck they heard? What the fuck they talkin' 'bout?
Like, what?
Ooh (Damn, I be cookin' up some shit)
Ooh (Ooh, ah, ooh, I'm with my gat in this bitch, ah, ooh, ah)
Know what I'm sayin'? (Agh, ooh)
The fuck? (Ah, Diizii!)
Uh, uh, you niggas can come up and play
Just know that I'm good with the TEC
Uh (Phew), ain't nobody seein' that shit
That's why I'm never leavin' hickeys on her neck
Uh (Ooh), uh (Ah), not doin' no work for no nigga
That's why I'm not reppin' a set (Buh!)
If you gamble your life and you don't even know it
Uh, you get what you get
Pardon my french (Ooh), mama (Ah)
'Cause I'm fuckin' shit up and I'm all 'bout that drama (Ooh, ah)
Slangin' that iron like it's a katana (Slangin' that, slangin' that)
You playin' that shit, nigga, you is a goner (Ooh-ooh), ah
Pardon my french, mama
Wouldn't want this life for my sons or my daughters (Nah, nah-nah)
And this shit gettin' harder, the fuck? (The fuck?)
Pardon my french, mama
If it ain't 'bout a bag, I don't keep in touch
I let it hang, I don't keep it tucked
If it's makin' love, I'ma beat it up
I could paint her face or she could drink it up
Is it really up? Is it really not?
Now this rap shit is all I got
You can get hit from any side
Buh! (Phew) Buh! (Phew) Shit, I got it hot (Ha-ha)
I'm chiefin' this shit, got me stuck in the loop (Stuck)
Fuck is you sayin'? I'm swangin' that tool (Fuck)
They said I did what? They said I was who?
Fuck it, lil' nigga, I do what I do
And she holdin' me down, that's facts (One hunnid)
Pay up, lil' bitch, you know I tax (Yeah)
Now she askin', "where the dick at?" (Hol' on)
Two shots, ain't no Twin Gats (Fah-fah)
Yeah, I'm 'bouta fuck it up, we 'bouta fuck shit up, pardon my french (Yeah)
Tell me, nigga, how the fuck I'ma like yo' bitch if I got me a ten? (What the fuck?)
They lurkin' on me, they type a text, but, nigga, they ain't ever send (Lil' bitch)
I ain't worried 'bout no youngin' and no bitch, pardon my french (Ooh-ooh)
Yeah, me and Def just been through some shit, but no, we not beefin' (Yeah)
This the last blunt of the night, little nigga (Okay)
I'm puffin' this shit 'til I'm done with the reefer (Phew)
You droppin' that wack ass shit, just keep it (Ha)
I'll tell you, I don't give a damn 'bout a beaver (Damn)
This water on me, like, damn, I need a heater
I'll call up my bitch 'cause I'm finna go feel her (Ha, ha, ha)
Just pardon my french 'cause I'm with a ten
Might crack in the backseat without a tint (Yeah)
50 Cent, nigga, she fuck many men (Yeah)
Not talkin' my bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout the last (Yeah)
But fuck that lil' bitch, I left her in the past (Ooh)
I'll give you the blunt, just pass back the gas (Ooh)
Cherish every moment, life movin' too fast
Fuck all the fame, nigga, give me the cash
No greetings, not seein' if you wave like the sea (Shh-shh)
I don't fuck wit' y'all niggas and that's how I be (Shh-shh)
Not sellin' my soul, I'm just tryna live free (Shh-shh)
My life is on lock and I got the key (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck it, lil' bitch, I'm killin' my beat
We on top, number one, not two, not three
Is you fried like me and TDB?
You don't get it now? Just wait up and see
We fuckin', we causin' a ruckus, we shootin' them buckets (Buh-buh-buh!)
The gat finna drum it, it got it a hunnid (Buh-buh-buh!)
The hunnid round lookin' like titties, you feel me? (Buh-buh-buh!)
You feel me? You don't, bitch? Well, you cannot kill me (Buh-buh-buh!)
You killed me? You can't, lil' bitch, I'ma tell you, you can't kill a muh'fuckin' god
But really I'm human 'cause there is a god
First was the flood and now it gon' be fire (Ooh-ooh)
You know who it is, Diizii of Actiive (Yeah)
Been 'bout that shit, nah, I ain't ever lackin' (Yeah)
Tryna do some'? I'm finna go pack him (Fah-fah-fah)
Go do somethin' else, just quit with the rappin' (Fah-fah-fah, yeah)
Go do somethin' else, just quit with the cappin' (Ha)
I'm high out my mind, I don't know what happened (Shh-shh)
Who in the fuck is you? I am not dappin' you up (Phew, phew)
Shit, little nigga, I'm spazzin' (Ooh-ooh)
Uh, uh, you niggas can come up and play
Just know that I'm good with the TEC
Uh (Phew), ain't nobody seein' that shit
That's why I'm never leavin' hickeys on her neck
Uh (Ooh), uh (Ah), not doin' no work for no nigga
That's why I'm not reppin' a set (Buh!)
If you gamble your life and you don't even know it
Uh, you get what you get
Pardon my french (Ooh), mama (Ah)
'Cause I'm fuckin' shit up and I'm all 'bout that drama (Ooh, ah)
Slangin' that iron like it's a katana (Slangin' that, slangin' that)
You playin' that shit, nigga, you is a goner (Ooh-ooh), ah
Pardon my french, mama
Wouldn't want this life for my sons or my daughters (Nah, nah-nah)
And this shit gettin' harder, the fuck? (The fuck?)
Pardon my french, mama
Shit, we finished that shit off, homie
9 NIIGHT BLUNT
Damn, and I guess it's just one thing left to say
Tuh, I'm ghost (I'm ghost, I'm ghost)
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