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letra de pardon my p (remix) - tracy t

[intro: tracy t]
(ayy, sauce it up, brandon)
(twysted g*nius, baby)
we came to be still, n-gga

[chorus: tracy t]
long paper with a short temper, cold hearted, middle of december (woo)
these n-ggas won’t crash ’bout it, these n-ggas rather fender bender (boom, boom)
goin’ at her top, it get mental, back to the basics, it get simple
pinky ring worth one fifty, solitaire’s wrapped around the emeralds (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
woo, ‘scuse me, baby, pardon my p (pardon)
hard body, goin’ concrete (woo)
baby, this a amg, feel the ac through the seats (cold)
bring beef, yeah, uber eats, been doin’, it ain’t new to me

[verse 1: tracy t]
just bought a new restaurant and i won’t even take a b-tch to lunch (no)
f-cked, then called her in a month (f-ck), f-ck the b-tch, i’m tryna get some money (f-ck)
came back and bought the b-tch a choker (shake), you the type of n-gga that’ll choke her (oh)
iced the b-tch out and let her leave, every time you shine, think of me (go)
had to stay up to get the money, now i make the money in my sleep (woo)
heard them n-ggas tryna get with who? (who?) sh-t, lil’ n-gga, that’s a reach (tracy)
tracy gotta school these n-ggas (tracy), teach ’em what the teacher ain’t teach (woah)
preachin’ what the preacher ain’t preach (preach), seal ’em up, no slow leaks
a lot of heat, got the submachine, take ’em deep, we gon’ submarine (woo)
happy money, got these n-ggas mad (shake), caught a body, n-gga, through the past
made m’s on a money run, nipsey hussle, we go marathon (woo, woo, uh)
[chorus: tracy t]
long paper with a short temper, cold hearted, middle of december (woah, woah)
these n-ggas won’t crash ’bout it, these n-ggas rather fender bender (woo)
goin’ at her top, it get mental, back to the basics, it get simple (ayy)
pinky ring worth one fifty, solitaire’s wrapped around the emeralds (shake, shake, shake)
woo, ‘scuse me, baby, pardon my p (p)
hard body, goin’ concrete (woo)
baby, this a amg (shake), feel the ac through the seats (shake)
bring beef, yeah, uber eats, been doin’, it ain’t new to me (woo)

[verse 2: ceo trayle & tracy t]
yeah, mr. backdoor, ain’t f-ck the kid (no)
on the money, hit her, sh-t was steep (for sure)
she was suckin’ d-ck, her n-gga cheap (for sure)
popped a perc’ and mixed it with the e (yeah)
mr. get em gone, this guaranteed (yeah)
get the work, i’m liftin’ up my sleeves (sleeves)
i just blessed a b-tch but she ain’t sneeze
yeah, get the check, cuh, rest in peace to cheese (cheese)
with the switch, up the casualties
mad because he f-cked her after me (hold up)
mad because i grew up plantin’ seeds (seeds)
1080, n-gga, can’t you read? (on god)
bad lil’ b-tch, that’s the speed (yeah)
and my son think that money grow on trees (for sure)
b-tch sayin’, “b, don’t leave” (uh-huh), tell this b-tch to pardon my p (woah, yeah, woo)
[chorus: tracy t]
long paper with a short temper (woah), cold hearted, middle of december
these n-ggas won’t crash ’bout it, these n-ggas rather fender bender (woo)
goin’ at her top, it get mental (ayy), back to the basics, it get simple (shake, shake, shake)
pinky ring worth one fifty, solitaire’s wrapped around the emeralds (p)
woo, ‘scuse me, baby, pardon my p
hard body, goin’ concrete (shake)
baby, this a amg (shake), feel the ac through the seats
bring beef, yeah, uber eats (woah), been doin’, it ain’t new to me

[outro: tracy t]
been doin’, it ain’t new to me

- tracy t

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