Real P.i. Lyrics

Yeah homie I'm a real P.I.
I say, yeah homie I'm a real P.I.
Oh, I tell that hoe sell that p*ssy
Gimme that money
Keep that money comin' back in hundreds and the twenties
Sell that p*ssy, gimme that money
Hop on my dick like a playboy bunny
Yeah homie I'm a real P.I.
Real nigga till the day I die
And for my homies I ride
Represent that Fan City West Side
All you niggas want to hate 'cause I say that I'm the king
But ain't none of y'all niggas real enough
To come f*ck with a nigga like me
You see, niggas like me get money Hey, we get money
Niggas like me don't play
We grind hard, like ever single day sooo
You mutha f*ckas say you gotta problem
Then homie all you gotta do is start some shit
'Cause bitch I gotta click full of gangstas that's ready to pop
As soon as you tell em let off a clip
And I stay so focused I used to live so hopeless
And now I'm on the grind on the grind yeah homie I'm a real P.I.

Yeah yeah I'm from the hood and you did not naw know naw know
And yeah yeah I do this good and I got them hoes them hoes

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