Penthouse really is a nickname given to me by my peers Penthouse P, it comes with a lot of other nicknames such and Playboy P , VIP etc I just feel like I’m in my Penthouse phase financially and mentally, I make it a point to be fly every single day and just purchase the things I’ve always dreamed of so if I could think of a logo that would represent me right now it would be a fly penthouse just like the one on the cover of my upcoming project.
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LYRICS
chorus
I was raised with the wolves came up with gorillas no time for the bull i hang with the killas
if we keeping it real i came out the realest if they want the real then they gotta feel this
Now they gotta fuck with me, got em in love with me, I got my own company, a nigga don’t work for free,
I’m living in luxury, my nigga like blood to me, so he gotta come up with me, and I only play for keeps,
verse 1
I hit a come up then brought up my hood,
My bitch look bad I must be doing good,
I went and did everything that I could just to teach all my niggaz to be what they should,
I had to make it I knew that I would, I got her naked she hop on the wood, member them nights I was grinding all night man I came from the bottom I feel like I’m suge,
Shit going up, shit moving in, if she fuck with me she won’t fuck u again, shipping em out, shipping em in, got me a Bentley, I’m done with the Benz,
In the pent, house, with ya bitch, if she ain’t make it home, take a guess,
Spend 100 thousand, that ain’t shit, couple 100 thousand on my neck,
niggaz aint lit like this, niggaz don’t live like this, wake up in the morning yawning can’t believe a nigga really got this rich
Niggaz ain’t lit like this, I should probably wife my bitch, but a nigga got to many hoes got to much dough what a life this is
chorus
verse 2
The boy had to leave to be a man, left my old girl in the city, hope one day she understand
that i can’t hold her hand and make a millie man i made it out the blender trap all night man i remember
i just need me one lick and shit ill be rich forever, now its drop top cars we really rock stars
I’m the one that pull the strings and aint got no guitars really knew i had to make it far
really knew i had to play the part really knew i had to play it smart and really all it took was heart
now, I’m bout my bread i don’t care bout no bitch, fuck all you niggaz and fuck who you with
robbed a mcdonalds and bought me a brick flood my neck and i flooded my wrist
give her a treat and she doing a trick you won’t believe what she do on the dick
make niggaz run if they running they lips i tell my dawg to go fetch me the stick
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