ALLBLACK - P’s & Q’s 2 lyrics

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ALLBLACK - P’s & Q’s 2 lyrics

[Intro] Shoutout Martin Aye Sky, Sky thank you for fu*king with me Wanna hear some crazy ass sh*t? [Verse] Pass the plate around the room like a dirty preacher (Shut up, Martin) Got two b*tches on they knees sayin' who go deeper? Got the hiking bag from target, just to toe sweep her I got money on my mind I'ma big thinker Racin' dawn down the strip, carryin' the speakers Passed up 200k this year, 'cause Ion't do features Left the club, walked to the car, I forgot the reason Oh, I remember, came back 'cause I forgot the heater Put her head under the covers, then let out a stinker b*tches love my dirty draws, and all my flaws I'm a dog, these b*tches know to put cash in my paws ni**as I used to take care of, I had to cut 'em off Used to put dick in her mouth, now we don't speak at all Short, skinny, buff midget, or Yao Ming tall? Run up on my b*tchass, you gon' get monkey mauled A lot of sh*t I love, but two things I can't stand A ni**a lookin' like a opp, but really a fan Keep on starin' lookin' weird gon' make my nerves bad Roll a window down beside, flockin' yo' ass Moment of silence, rest in peace to that young man Starstruck, all he wanted was my autograph The times we livin' in, I cannot chance sh*t The other thing I cannot stand, haha Is a cute b*tch with no bands Chane'-ne sandals on, pretty toes, matchin' bag Mink lashes on fleek, pics showin' cash Twitter famous, blue checks, love her instagram Ran her while I was on tour, took her from my mans Drop the addy, let her come to my connected room We all threw back, got dressed, and put on costumes Drank the liquor, got a quickie, spit on her back Told her bring her home girls so we can run it back One BB dub, one skinny, with a fat back Told my mans to entertain her while I check trap Called the b*tch to get her order form jack in the crack Ten tacos for the thugs, and eight breakfast jacks Say less, I come back [?] the street clutchin' Fiend out, his eyes rollin', finna start bussin' Got to the room, don't need a key, my whole door open Looked around, ain't hear a sound, but I feel somethin' Dropped the fool, caught the b*tches, hella comotion I'm screamin' he screamin', the b*tch lookin' faded I start laughin' it was so sad I couldn't even take it When [?] find out what happen, it gon' get dangerous This would've never happened if I wasn't bu*t naked Feedin' faces got my whole privacy vacant Oh yeah, before this freaky fine b*tch skated Broke ass b*tches stole my laptop and Playstation Can't even practice what I preach, then got my head bussed Damn near tricked myself out the street over a nut Thinkin' with the wrong head'll have your ass missin' Every time get co*ky I start fu*kin' up Can't even practice what I preach, then got my head bussed Damn near tricked myself out the street over a nut Thinkin' with the wrong head'll have your ass missin' Every time get co*ky I start- yeah, I start fu*kin' sh*t up [Outro] sh*t'll call a light year for this sh*t Every time I think I got it goin' on, everything go wrong I be gettin' away with murder Sky thank you for fu*king with me, again Shout out Martin, hahaha P's & Q's 2 Aye somebody call Rolla Tell him this was all I was able to do

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