letra de p&p 1.5 - kendrick lamar
(skit)
“gina, baby, i don’t have no money
and i don’t have no ends
gina, i’m -ss-out.”
“i’m going through something right now!”
“i done told you that.”
oh, what up ho?
oh, what up?
i said, oh, what up ho?
oh, what up?
i said, oh, what up ho?
oh, what up?
well alright…
i’m going through something with life
but p-ssy and patron make you feel alright
p-ssy and patron make you feel alright
p-ssy and patron, that’s some great advice
i’m going through something with life
but p-ssy and patron make you feel alright
p-ssy and patron make you feel alright
p-ssy and patron, that’s some great advice
[verse 1: kendrick lamar]
welcome to my diary, stressin’ got me gray hairs
something to inspire me, rather than society’s
woes, let me go, let me shine a lil’ bit love
i want diamonds too, ronnie on player’s club
i used to have a 9 to 5, fresh out of school that was 05
that b-tch was racist, got me fired
ever since then, i had no job
pushin’ in my mama van, stop for gas on rosecrans
trust me these n-gg-s rushed me for something my cousin probably did
guilty by -ssociation story of my life, n-gg-!
you gon make me flip and split yo sh-t just give me life, n-gg-!
pain since my grandma’s death, uncle killed at louie’s burgers
hold my tears i tried my best
let it go trash my pullover
cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin margin
maintainin’ my modest modest as i dream
so while i go through all this all this bullsh-t what you call it
life itself i know it helps let me scroll through my blackberry
(“hey what’s up daddy?”)
i’m going through something with life
but p-ssy and patron make you feel alright
p-ssy and patron make you feel alright
p-ssy and patron, that’s some great advice
i’m going through something with life
but p-ssy and patron make you feel alright
p-ssy and patron make you feel alright
p-ssy and patron, that’s some great advice
(beat switches up)
(skit)
“so what’d you rush me out here for?
how was your day?
are you tipsy?”
mhmm!
all i need in this lifetime: p-ssy and patron
give me that, once you give me that, once again it’s on
b-tch i’m swagged up, hoes bopping when i’m off that screw
coming down clean, tell your baby mama what it do?
where your friends at? i got long d-ck, what it is?
go on poke it out, situate your little positives
how i live? big shot, on my grind, all ready
i’mma lay it down like a carpenter, when you let me
when you let me, when you let me
w-when you let me, when you let me…
give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty
that gushi stuff
i can’t get enough
if i offend you, blame it on the liquor babe
give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty
that gushi stuff
i can’t get enough
if i offend you…
uh, i wrote this song when dave drove home
and caught that flat, imminently flat
and it made me think, if we go into a blink
to change locations where we at
we often get lost in the ever-hard bottle
in attempt to ignore pain, problem, and sorrow
just for a minute, then back to the bullsh-t
your car note due and you bout to get evicted
two drugs surely, patron, p-ssy, make it feel alright
but once it’s empty and the b-tch leave, then it’s back to life
you can’t run from it, gotta run to it n-gg-!
the antidote wouldn’t last and you knew it n-gg-!
but still you proceed to dive deep, ask what’s her zodiac sign
i’m going through something in life
but p-ssy and patron make it feel alright
p-ssy and patron make it feel alright
p-ssy and patron, that’s some great advice
i’m going through something in life
but p-ssy and patron make it feel alright
p-ssy and patron make it feel alright
p-ssy and patron, that’s some great advice
okay, welcome to my diary, hmm…where should i begin?
finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram
crackers watch my every step
man i hate to work for them
one time i tried to work for me
but that sh-t didn’t work for me
and here i am, stressing, questioning my direction man
what to do? nothing’s moving, traffic jam, wiggle through it
pop the cork and take the fluid
bust that p-ssy open
bust that p-ssy open
bust that p-ssy open
‘soul! b-lls deep, ya dig?
retrieve, relief, ya dig?
lets kill a bottle of tequila
and lie b-tt-naked telling the truth, would ya?
what’s up? i had a long day and i really wanna f-ck
take a double shot to the face and forget about my whole day
cause all i’ve been thinking the whole day…
i’m going through something in life
but p-ssy and patron make it feel alright
p-ssy and patron make it feel alright
p-ssy and patron, that’s some great advice
i’m going through something in life
but p-ssy and patron make it feel alright
p-ssy and patron make it feel alright
p-ssy and patron, that’s some great advice
all i need in this lifetime: p-ssy and patron
give me that, once you give me that, once again it’s on
b-tch i’m swagged up, hoes bopping when i’m off that screw
coming down clean, tell your baby mama what it do?
where your friends at? i got long d-ck, what it is?
go on poke it out, situate your little positives
how i live? big shot, on my grind, all ready
i’mma lay it down like a carpenter, when you let me
when you let me, when you let me
w-when you let me…
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