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Master P
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Master P was released on April 26, 2025 by YN Records as a part of the album Atlanta Night Life
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Release DateApril 26, 2025
LabelYN Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YN Jay
YN Jay
Rap
Rio Da Yung OG
Rio Da Yung OG
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JAYLEIN CANTRELL
JAYLEIN CANTRELL
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grease
Grease
Producer

Lyrics

(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Uh
Uh, uh uh (We're with White Grease today)
Uh, I'on sell dope no more, don't push up, I don't got the- pass the-
I'on sell dope no more, don't point nun', ain't no ah-ah-ah
I'on sell dope no more, don't wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow
I'on sell dope no more, I'on make no plays, I'll ride right past the east
Ain't no cap, my ****, you won't blow yo' gun, you might as well pass the heat
Had a whole line locked up, sale on my truck, I feel like Master P
I remember I fell down, now I got back up, prolly why they mad at me
I was only twelve years old, walked up to a body, I- psh-, that's high to see
I was only twelve years old, walked up on a body, shit-sh-, I had to see
I was only twelve years old when I put my arm and a wrist and I had to twist
I'on e'en trip on a hoe that **** been had, ****, **** been had the bitch, ahh
I could put a bitch out 'cause she ain't havin', bitch keep actin' cheap
I'm finna—, I'm stabbin' cheeks
I got a watch on my wrist, got a chain on my neck, I got a grill in my mouth
We ain't e'en fell in love, bitch, I'on love you, what the fuck is the feelings about?
My bitch mad at me, but she won't walk off, the bitch still stay in the house
Hold on, I felt 'round but I gotta switch up 'cause a **** got hidden hate
I seen shit as a kid, I seen **** die, seen **** get hit in the face
I put the foot on the table if somebody stealin', I got a missin' plate
I just took off on the boys in the Hellcat, I got a missin' plate
Bitch wanna go out to eat at a five-star restaurant, I just missed the date
**** tried to give me a handshake but it wasn't real, you know I can feel the hate
Knew a **** died soon as the bullet hit him, he ain't feel a K
Told my bitch if you ain't cookin' like Kya, I gotta put you out
I had a bitch while she bent over on the bed, she in a whoopin' style
Told a bitch come make me some good ass breakfast, I like yo' cookin' style
Put so much dick in this freak bitch, like she have a baby, she pushin' it out
****, if ain't nobody dead yet, what is the beef about?
Malcolm X, I got a K at the window, I'm just peekin' out
Made a status said I want some Pai, somebody brought pecan out
I made twenty racks 'fore five o'clock, I ain't even leave the house
**** keep playin', he gon' end up on the news, that's what they gon' read about
It's a hunnid million on the floor, why the fuck would I leave you out?
Ay, I'ma tell you like a **** told me: You better go get you some money
They thought he was gon' live 'til ninety-nine, he got hit with a hunnid
I got a bad ass bitch, five million up, but I treat that bitch like nothin'
Walked outside and I felt raindrops, I know the thunder comin'
I got a bad ass bitch I be laid up with, she call me her thunder buddy
I got a peanutbutter-chocolate bitch, I call her my Nutty Buddy
****, that is not your dog shit, you flexin' your brother money
Spent a hunnid thousand this month, ****, that shit ain't nothin'
I be throwin' paper in the air, ****, I juggle money
I'on e'en know how to say this shit, bro, the bitch ain't fine, but the bitch ain't ugly
Yuh
The bitch ain't fine, but she love me
Twenty racks pokin' out each pocket, I need another one
I need some other ones, I need eight pockets
My judge told me to stay on point 'cause they gon' stay watchin'
****, I put this Louis shit on like it ain't a problem
I ain't no rookie, I ain't never bought two eights pints in a baby bottle
Like, where the sealed pint?
Like, how the fuck he die, get shot, then get killed twice?
I got this shit from Wafi, boy, this real ice
I scraped it out the bottom, band for band, you gotta deal twice
I can promise you, you try the Yung OG, then you will die
Bitch, I'm real high
My bitch real fly
Botega boots with a hat that cost twenty five
My family member did some bullshit and then my cousin died
High off pills, throw some water on me, I'ma come alive
Like Baby Ju, damn, he wanna come outside
He hit this block runnin' at the mouth, they had to tow his ride
I'm from the trenches, ****, it get dangerous when it's cold outside
I'm Traxxin' **** down and Trackhawkin', it was snow outside
I got a other side, this my other side
A **** tried the gang, then his brother died
From 14, this bitch **** gon' change, he a butterfly
From a caterpillar
I'on trust shit, I'll be around and wack my sister
I was in the feds payin' ten dollars for a pack of Skittles
I'm a rich ****, I brought gaffle with me
He had two fine hoes, that wasn't action to me
Need to count a half a ticket, that'll make me horny
You was sayin' some real shit, but say it in the morning
I got rich, me and lil' Tay, wasn't gon' play informants
Told her, "'Ight, I gotta go count this dogshit," she gon' say I'm boring
There's some dogshit on the floor, bae, here's some paper for you
The IRS just gave me an extension, they sent a paper to me
Finna come up with a non-profit, tryna save my money
I put that shit inside Chase Bank, bro, that ain't my money
I ain't trippin' 'cause as soon my feet on land, I'm gon' make some money
On the first day, on the second day, on the third day, that wasn't the worst day
I made my money then a first day
The sixth day, I'm comin' out with bird play
Written by: JAYLEIN CANTRELL
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