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Nicolas Ray - PPOMG (feat. Dallas Connekt) Lyrics



Nicolas Ray - PPOMG (feat. Dallas Connekt) Lyrics
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(Yeah. N.I.C)
Man, what it do. Stepping in with the crew
Getting live when we lit. Yea, You know how we do. We playing it cool. No need to act rude. When them boys talking down, Yeah we give them the blues. Ripping and running like guns, we bust in. Paint the town red with you clowns. I ain't bluffing. Bout my paper. F*ck a bitch. I ain't Cuffing. Man, Hold up, let me pour me something. (Ah,Yeah)
P.P.O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Got everybody like, O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
It's O.M.G. (Yeah,Yeah)
Got Your Bitch Like, O.M.G. (Ah,Yeah)
P.P.O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Got everybody like, O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Yes, O.M.G. (Yeah,Yeah)
Yuh, P.P.O.M.G. (Ah,Yeah)
Would you look at this here. He's speaking sincere, for real. Fly like a leir. Far from a square. Come closer dear. Get up out your chair. Hands up in the air. No stick up. Pull up in a pick up. Big O'Wheels just like the fair. Aiming for the big bucks. You can get the buckshots. Make they ass disappear
If you dare. no killa but, don't push me. Why you mad. She threw me the pussy. Far from a rookie. In the bakery she threw me the cookie. When she went to play hookie. The type to play footsie, and kick it like soccer cleats. Shopping spree. She seen the PAC in me. The ambition as a Ridah. No stopping me. Clocking G's. Pay the fee. it's P.P.O.M.G
Man, what it do. Stepping in with the crew
Getting live when we lit. Yea, You know how we do. We playing it cool. No need to act rude. When them boys talking down, Yeah we give them the blues. Ripping and running like guns, we bust in. Paint the town red with you clowns. I ain't bluffing. Bout my paper. F*ck a bitch. I ain't Cuffing. Man, Hold up, let me pour me something. (Ah,Yeah)
P.P.O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Got everybody like, O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
It's O.M.G. (Yeah,Yeah)
Got Your Bitch Like, O.M.G. (Ah,Yeah)
P.P.O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Got everybody like, O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Yes, O.M.G. (Yeah,Yeah)
Yuh, P.P.O.M.G (Ah,Yeah)
O.M.G. Listening to them talk about me. Hit the scene so fresh so clean. For My City, The triple D. Started off Makin'Dollas
Triple beams. Boss BR8s. Conflicts, we hit them streets. Killing dreams and own your stages. Like a crime scene, bodies drop. It's a lot to spark them Dubs. Essences of a player. As I pass they fall in love. Beat bumping off the track. Lyrics flowing like my smoke. I dispose of all my foes
O.M.G We P.P.O.M.G
Man, what it do. Stepping in with the crew
Getting live when we lit. Yea, You know how we do. We playing it cool. No need to act rude. When them boys talking down, Yeah we give them the blues. Ripping and running like guns, we bust in. Paint the town red with you clowns. I ain't bluffing. Bout my paper. F*ck a bitch. I ain't Cuffing. Man, Hold up, let me pour me something. (Ah,Yeah)
P.P.O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Got everybody like, O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
It's O.M.G. (Yeah,Yeah)
Got Your Bitch Like, O.M.G. (Ah,Yeah)
P.P.O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Got everybody like, O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Yes, O.M.G. (Yeah,Yeah)
Yuh, P.P.O.M.G. (Ah,Yeah)
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(Yeah. N.I.C)
Man, what it do. Stepping in with the crew
Getting live when we lit. Yea, You know how we do. We playing it cool. No need to act rude. When them boys talking down, Yeah we give them the blues. Ripping and running like guns, we bust in. Paint the town red with you clowns. I ain't bluffing. Bout my paper. F*ck a bitch. I ain't Cuffing. Man, Hold up, let me pour me something. (Ah,Yeah)
P.P.O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Got everybody like, O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
It's O.M.G. (Yeah,Yeah)
Got Your Bitch Like, O.M.G. (Ah,Yeah)
P.P.O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Got everybody like, O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Yes, O.M.G. (Yeah,Yeah)
Yuh, P.P.O.M.G. (Ah,Yeah)
Would you look at this here. He's speaking sincere, for real. Fly like a leir. Far from a square. Come closer dear. Get up out your chair. Hands up in the air. No stick up. Pull up in a pick up. Big O'Wheels just like the fair. Aiming for the big bucks. You can get the buckshots. Make they ass disappear
If you dare. no killa but, don't push me. Why you mad. She threw me the pussy. Far from a rookie. In the bakery she threw me the cookie. When she went to play hookie. The type to play footsie, and kick it like soccer cleats. Shopping spree. She seen the PAC in me. The ambition as a Ridah. No stopping me. Clocking G's. Pay the fee. it's P.P.O.M.G
Man, what it do. Stepping in with the crew
Getting live when we lit. Yea, You know how we do. We playing it cool. No need to act rude. When them boys talking down, Yeah we give them the blues. Ripping and running like guns, we bust in. Paint the town red with you clowns. I ain't bluffing. Bout my paper. F*ck a bitch. I ain't Cuffing. Man, Hold up, let me pour me something. (Ah,Yeah)
P.P.O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Got everybody like, O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
It's O.M.G. (Yeah,Yeah)
Got Your Bitch Like, O.M.G. (Ah,Yeah)
P.P.O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Got everybody like, O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Yes, O.M.G. (Yeah,Yeah)
Yuh, P.P.O.M.G (Ah,Yeah)
O.M.G. Listening to them talk about me. Hit the scene so fresh so clean. For My City, The triple D. Started off Makin'Dollas
Triple beams. Boss BR8s. Conflicts, we hit them streets. Killing dreams and own your stages. Like a crime scene, bodies drop. It's a lot to spark them Dubs. Essences of a player. As I pass they fall in love. Beat bumping off the track. Lyrics flowing like my smoke. I dispose of all my foes
O.M.G We P.P.O.M.G
Man, what it do. Stepping in with the crew
Getting live when we lit. Yea, You know how we do. We playing it cool. No need to act rude. When them boys talking down, Yeah we give them the blues. Ripping and running like guns, we bust in. Paint the town red with you clowns. I ain't bluffing. Bout my paper. F*ck a bitch. I ain't Cuffing. Man, Hold up, let me pour me something. (Ah,Yeah)
P.P.O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Got everybody like, O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
It's O.M.G. (Yeah,Yeah)
Got Your Bitch Like, O.M.G. (Ah,Yeah)
P.P.O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Got everybody like, O.M.G (Yeah,Yeah)
Yes, O.M.G. (Yeah,Yeah)
Yuh, P.P.O.M.G. (Ah,Yeah)
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Writer: Nicholas Valdez, Francisco Graciano
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Performed By: Nicolas Ray
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Nicholas Valdez, Francisco Graciano
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