Warhol.ss Master P
[Intro]
Feel like Master P, who want smoke with me
Feel like Master P, who want smoke with me
Who want smoke with me? Who want smoke with me?
[Verse 1]
Pull up in the tank feel like Master P
That bitch she too messy f..ckin' up the sheets
I can't f..ck with niggas all these niggas creeps
Bangin through the streets, golds on my teeth
Bitches they gon' ride for me cause boy I got that shit
Niggas they gon' ride for me got dirty with that dick
They be talking tough but they really ain't on shit
Boy you only mad cause I ran off with yo bitch
[Chorus]
Feel like Master P, who want smoke with me?
Blow it out the P
Feel like Master P, who want smoke with me?
Blow it out the P, Feel like Master P
Who want smoke with me? Feel like Master P
Blow it out the P
Who want smoke with me? Who want smoke with me?
[Verse 2]
Phone ringing three A.M., like who is this
Goofy bitch she calling spazzing out and shit
Warhol why you acting different on some other shit
Bitch I blowed up, go hop on another dick
Riding round I'm overseas
Blowing southeast, out the P
F..ck that boy he not with me
Kodak bopping blowing on that broccoli
[Outro]
Ain't no stopping me
Flexing overseas
Ain't no stopping me
Feel like Master P, Blow it out the P
Who want smoke with me, who want smoke with me?