For you... (feat. Dubb)

Those who died yesterday had plans for this morning

and those who died this morning had plans for tonight

Don't take life for granted

I'm shootin' P with a .30, I'm Curry, I mean the **** be shootin' it out

Don't be talkin' bout my bitch, I'm Mr. P, but keep it T

You know I'm Mr. P, I ain't cuffed, you see a lil' baby

Put your shoes on, get in the fuck

Had to get up off my ass and beat the road to get a buck

You can't make it off this shit, with all that hope and all that luck

Put me dumpin' at your head, get out the way, you better duck

And we move it, this a presidential, black P of the truck

And look, if I shit with that shit, y'all shit gon' hop out, spread that glock

Yeah, I don't want no pussy, I just want your music, so

I'm showin' my love for you, I'm showin' my love for you, I'm showin' my love for you

Yeah, show my love to you, I'm sorry I can't be your man

I know you love when I was all in your stomach, well baby, let's do it again

I'm only sayin' everything you wanna hear, I hope you understand

I'll take you out, I might pay for your food, Ill never hold your hand

I keep you round, cause bae, your pussy good, it's sweet like marzipan

Not a loverboy, I've been hurt before, I can't be hurt again

Pouring sleepy syrup all up into my spray, I think it help me win

I just met the hoe, she tryna stay for the night, I just can't let her in

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