Evil P Lyrics

I said I want to be original i want to make my own song

And I want to say fuck you Pezzy

You're a peace of shit bitch

I've been working till the morning

I got hunnid they all blues

You can't never say I'm lonely nigga

Play around with that fire

He gone die that's on his conscious

Niggas say that he got smoke with me

He Won't make it till the morning

I want crashout bout my old bitch

Fuck I look like

Might go fuck her cousin in that Buick

I not nice nigga

I'll be wrong if I try to fuck your momma

Condom on that jimmy

Add her momma on the book

I hope her momma real friendly

Nigga I'm a real Steppa

Baby don't you play with p

I'ma shoot my shot

90 percent she probably make the team

I kill your baby Daddy bitch you try to play with me

Call my phone on private numbers

Baby I know you want a piece

You can play stupid get your head knocked off

Been trapping all your life and nigga you still ain't a boss

These niggas acting gangster

He ain't gone never fucking cross me

Seven bullets hit his body

The doctors done lost him

Nigga I been running up that bag

I can't fall back

Steady called my phone

I hit decline

Don't you call back

I knew that I had motion, baby

Knew I was a quarterback

I knew you fell in love baby

Knew you was running back