PJ - Call Me PJ lyrics

Call me PJ, and I need it in my life - 2x [PJ] They call me PJ, and I need it in my life Think you can f** with me, I suggest you think twice Tuck in your ice, I'm doing bad and I mean it Just lost a key player, but it seems like I'm dreaming Rest in peace Bugaloo, we gon shine for you daddy From the worst to the worst, we gon grind for you daddy Hell naw I ain't happy, this flow is pain Everytime I hear your name, dog it f** with my brain And the block ain't the same, without you crawling on 4's Balling in the bu*t-naked, having fun with the hoes From Connections to Max's, the platinum it's on 7-90 click number one stunner, boy you gone But you not forgotten, Boss Man we ain't stopping Bumper unlocking, all the s*uts still bopping Damn this sh** hurt, with your picture on a shirt Almost lost my damn mind, when they put you in the dirt I gotta do it big, stack paper to the ceiling Pull capers pimp hoes, Rap Hustler dope dealing You n***as playing games, on these fake Sprewells You n***as don't deserve, to be out the detail n***as screaming platinum, but it's really white gold n***as touch some cash, and go marry white hoes PJ baby, I ain't tripping on no wife If you wanna f** with me, gotta put it in my life I ain't tripping, po' the drank and get to sipping Sliding down the Boulevard, lil' n***a big pimping Breaking hoes changing clothes, play the game how it go Pushing wide body low's, no mo' swanging 4's In the mix throw fits, X'ing haters off my list It's Sprite and coedine, I ain't f**ing with the Cris' PJ I'm the sh**, so you hoes better learn Big money what I earn, 24's gon turn Put a hundred on my neck, put fifty in my mouth Bling bling motherf**er, how we do it down South b**h you rolling with a Boss, top down when I floss Put my mama in a house, no wife no spouse Cop the Range Rover, let em know the game over AK on my shoulder, I'm a Boss Hogg soldier Looking for a dick blower, to give me some brain In the game having thangs, Outlaw bringing pain Showing out in the lot, working made it to the top Air shocks make it hop, pockets got a fat knot When the club let out, then we pimp the parking lot Balling 3-6 now, then we hit that I-Hop Gone on that X, hoes wanna have s** Got that nine on my waist, for you boys holding plex PJ get respect, PJ a real n***a Northside-Southside, tell me what's the deal n***a