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Master P Video (MV)




Performed By: JC
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Jalen Clayton




JC - Master P Lyrics
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These niggas be fronting they don't get no money actually
Bad model chick she look something like a masterpiece
The way nigga ball I think you could call me master p
I ain't get no hand out nigga why the f*ck you askin me
Yuh
And I ball just like a athlete
I don't even know you niggas why the f*ck you mad at me ?
Yuh
That's why all yo music ass to me
Hop inside the rarri nigga ain't nobody catching me
Cause sometimes I be feeling down
Catch a flight go out of town
Working make my mama proud
They can't hear I'm smoking loud
Ain't up next I want it now
Niggas broke I wonder how
They ass still up on the couch
Lately I been stressed cause I don't know what's been happening
Like damn where all my niggas go
They switched up and I didn't know
Like damn this world is really cold
This ain't the life a nigga chose
But sometimes that's just how it goes
They don't speak no facts to me
The rarri it go faster speeds
Got the police really after me
The way I'm working ain't no passing me
I came first they came after me
Hate don't work cause I'm past the beef
Go to church god be asking me
Go get a shirt cause theirs casualties
These niggas be fronting they don't get no money actually
Bad model chick she look something like a masterpiece
The way nigga ball I think you could call me master p
I ain't get no hand out nigga why the f*ck you askin me
Yuh
And I ball just like a athlete
I don't even know you niggas why the f*ck you mad at me ?
Yuh
That's why all yo music ass to me
Hop inside the rarri nigga ain't nobody catching me
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These niggas be fronting they don't get no money actually
Bad model chick she look something like a masterpiece
The way nigga ball I think you could call me master p
I ain't get no hand out nigga why the f*ck you askin me
Yuh
And I ball just like a athlete
I don't even know you niggas why the f*ck you mad at me ?
Yuh
That's why all yo music ass to me
Hop inside the rarri nigga ain't nobody catching me
Cause sometimes I be feeling down
Catch a flight go out of town
Working make my mama proud
They can't hear I'm smoking loud
Ain't up next I want it now
Niggas broke I wonder how
They ass still up on the couch
Lately I been stressed cause I don't know what's been happening
Like damn where all my niggas go
They switched up and I didn't know
Like damn this world is really cold
This ain't the life a nigga chose
But sometimes that's just how it goes
They don't speak no facts to me
The rarri it go faster speeds
Got the police really after me
The way I'm working ain't no passing me
I came first they came after me
Hate don't work cause I'm past the beef
Go to church god be asking me
Go get a shirt cause theirs casualties
These niggas be fronting they don't get no money actually
Bad model chick she look something like a masterpiece
The way nigga ball I think you could call me master p
I ain't get no hand out nigga why the f*ck you askin me
Yuh
And I ball just like a athlete
I don't even know you niggas why the f*ck you mad at me ?
Yuh
That's why all yo music ass to me
Hop inside the rarri nigga ain't nobody catching me
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Writer: Jalen Clayton
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