"On P's" lyrics
On this motherfucking plane!
Everybody strap in!
I'm about to open some fucking windows
Oh my God
Ooh, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I don't like hearing bad news
I'm not about feeling the blues
No, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I think I might grab my tool
I feel like killing your crew, yeah
Ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I don't like hearing bad news
I'm not about feeling the blues
No, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I think I might grab my tool
I feel like killing your crew, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, you was my dog you was going real far you was young, you was hard them niggas was fake no [?] forever, pink pussy pimpin' you'll stay in my heart
Ooh
Now you talking that shit, I'll tote your .30, them niggas was far, I'm stealing your shit, real shit, no Uno lil' bitch I'm right here pulling your card
Ooh
Better get your bitch she's talking that shit she thinking she hard, I'll beat on that bitch real shit, real smooth, I'm doing that shit like it was my job
Ooh
I'm looking at pictures of you on stages breaking my heart, I see my enemy even in dark, like cookie I crumble, I'm falling apart
Ooh, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I don't like hearing bad news
I'm not about feeling the blues
No, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I think I might grab my tool
I feel like killing your crew, yeah
Ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I don't like hearing bad news
I'm not about feeling the blues
No, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I think I might grab my tool
I feel like killing your crew, yeah
Ooh
He was just popping that perky, yessirski, it was just [?], nigga you hurt me, now it's the end and we pulling the curtain yeah
Ooh
All of the [?] you would think it was worth it, yes real nigga you knew you a servant doin' whatever to keep 'em a workin' yeah
Ooh
You just wanted the money, you knew he was hurtin', you was not carin' for nigga that's certain, fuck 'em up nigga, no bitch I'm a virgin yeah
Ooh
Push it together lil bitch I'm a surgeon, bitch I'm a hit I feel [?], he was just tweakin' don't mean he deserve it yeah
Oooh
What do you do?
I kill your crew
Fuck you doing
You
Ooh, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I don't like hearing bad news
I'm not about feeling the blues
No, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I think I might grab my tool
I feel like killing your crew, yeah
Ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I don't like hearing bad news
I'm not about feeling the blues
No, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I think I might grab my tool
I feel like killing your crew, yeah
Ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I don't like hearing bad news
I'm running 'round feeling the blues
I think I might grab my tool
I feel like killing your crew, yeah
Everybody strap in!
I'm about to open some fucking windows
Oh my God
Ooh, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I don't like hearing bad news
I'm not about feeling the blues
No, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I think I might grab my tool
I feel like killing your crew, yeah
Ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I don't like hearing bad news
I'm not about feeling the blues
No, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I think I might grab my tool
I feel like killing your crew, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, you was my dog you was going real far you was young, you was hard them niggas was fake no [?] forever, pink pussy pimpin' you'll stay in my heart
Ooh
Now you talking that shit, I'll tote your .30, them niggas was far, I'm stealing your shit, real shit, no Uno lil' bitch I'm right here pulling your card
Ooh
Better get your bitch she's talking that shit she thinking she hard, I'll beat on that bitch real shit, real smooth, I'm doing that shit like it was my job
Ooh
I'm looking at pictures of you on stages breaking my heart, I see my enemy even in dark, like cookie I crumble, I'm falling apart
Ooh, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I don't like hearing bad news
I'm not about feeling the blues
No, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I think I might grab my tool
I feel like killing your crew, yeah
Ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I don't like hearing bad news
I'm not about feeling the blues
No, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I think I might grab my tool
I feel like killing your crew, yeah
Ooh
He was just popping that perky, yessirski, it was just [?], nigga you hurt me, now it's the end and we pulling the curtain yeah
Ooh
All of the [?] you would think it was worth it, yes real nigga you knew you a servant doin' whatever to keep 'em a workin' yeah
Ooh
You just wanted the money, you knew he was hurtin', you was not carin' for nigga that's certain, fuck 'em up nigga, no bitch I'm a virgin yeah
Ooh
Push it together lil bitch I'm a surgeon, bitch I'm a hit I feel [?], he was just tweakin' don't mean he deserve it yeah
Oooh
What do you do?
I kill your crew
Fuck you doing
You
Ooh, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I don't like hearing bad news
I'm not about feeling the blues
No, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I think I might grab my tool
I feel like killing your crew, yeah
Ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I don't like hearing bad news
I'm not about feeling the blues
No, ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I think I might grab my tool
I feel like killing your crew, yeah
Ooh
No, I don't know what to do
I don't like hearing bad news
I'm running 'round feeling the blues
I think I might grab my tool
I feel like killing your crew, yeah
