Lyrics to 'P. Titty' feat Mickey D & Bonshah written by Troy Neilson, Mick Carpenter, Jerome Smith produced by Darrow Productions

Pimp Tea verse:
Well I'm P. Titty aka Pimp Tea
Reppin' Fredericton City outta UNB
And I got connects throughout the NS
Don't you know you wanna get with me, me, me

Well I'm droping a verse with Mickey D
Got Bonshah as the vet emcee
And I feel blessed not to feel stressed
Gotta get me some that O.P.P

Now for a refresher, I'm P. Titty
Ain't no one fresher throughout your whole city
Imma relieve the pressure when I get a pretty kitty
Your whole crew's an itty bitty shitty committee

I like 'em young fresh and lean
I get 'em hung, fleshed and clean
I Get 'em undressed, like fine cuisine
Chicken breasts is what I mean

chorus 1x:
It's the T, the I, the T, the T, the Y, the T, the I, the T
The titty... woo... the titty
The main man in your city

Mickey D verse 1:
Now Pimp Tea done put me on this song
So I'm comin' on strong, to the bomb, it's on, just like Saddam
We be the dopest in Freddy
We rip the track to confetti
We keep our flows always steady
So man I hope that you ready
For Mickey D and P. Titty
We in the club more than fifty
And even though I'm from Digby
I'm rockin' Fredericton city
And aww naw...
Mickey D done came back to rip the track
Best believe DTC got my back
They my crew, cuz you know they been there through it all
Ain't no problem to big or too small
They be always down to brawl
But for now I'm concentratin' on booties that be shakin'
Baby girl don't keep me waitin' cuz Mickey D ain't got no patience for faking
You mistaken if you thinking playing games is my style
So baby put the drink down and roll with the golden child
UNB ain't never seen a thug like this
Mickey D and Pimp Tea - how we gonna miss?

chorus 2x

Bonshah Verse 1:
Holy moly, G got the juggly
Bouncy bounce, while I represent lovely
All pimped out and my gear catch attention
Roll wit the stone, my bone is satisfaction
Matter fact, cause the heart attack
In the city where sharks stab you in the back
Goldie Mack, told ya I'd be back
In the city, to flex with the P to the Titty
Calculated, game is understated,
But still can't refute that the kid done made it
And you can hate it, the game, not the player,
We ain't related I'm catchin' y'all later.
It's nothing but hoes, and flows and clothes
And shows and the jam all between them toes
So here's how the story goes
One bad motha ... with the Gs and the glory pose.

chorus 2x

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