Lyrics:
seater
Shawty text me swing by but my first name not Peter
If you need drip, I’ll be your teacher
Strap on my hip, just like the reaper
She thinks I need
Before I knock him out whoa
Doing the hammer dance
Yall want to see if it's true
Let's play truth or dare
Swang on me I dear you
Heavyweight I'm breaking scales
Came in with the title belt
Did the shit all by myself
It's fuck me hoe it's fuck you too
Ain't going out sad I'm counting these
chilling with
See you thinking bout money, but I'm talking time
In 2020, I'm in two different pair a digms
Count the ticks as I crank up your think tank
That
me, what's your name?
Can I get my grown man on for one second?
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be hanging wit' Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Lady,
Yeah, yeah woah
Last call, damn, it's gettin' late
Ain't no need to stop, baby
See you gettin' cake
Put it all on me, take it to the low
Where'd you
your bitches, shack your bitches
I pimps up, smack my bitches
You want to fuck trick your bitches
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, y-
I know you can
Don't nobody gotta tell you once again
I know you can
Don't nobody gotta tell yo' ass again
See
nigga in the passenger seat
Asking you to pass the weed is a low key cop (Yeah)
That's why I do my dirt by my lonely
Out with the wind my enemies don't
the Congo
When we see a Cherokee
He says: "I forgot the key"
Pick it open with his teeth
And we ride to KFC when we rolled by the po
He say: "Fuck that
never miss a episode
Real street boy, gone rely by the code
Cuz it's a good day to be the mothafuckin shit
Pass a pimp a key, then take a bump right out
not a pit
I switch them out depending on my state
I'm quick to take my pick
If I see a bad hoe
I'ma try to hit
They call me a big ass pimp
Cause I be
I spit, every verb I flip awesome
I raise the margin and Pimp C
Would probably be proud of me
Cuz I been banging dames since
Wayne was saying "wobbldy
So many tried so I seen the petty pass by
Listen as I take you on a mission with precision
Like a brown cent went on a hunt
Worldwide searchin for
agreed
Please don't come to me with all that stress
I don't need, I got deals and companies
They need my presence, yes indeed
I'm a pimp, just by na
Pimp
see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with
never listened to my mother
It went in one ear, and out the other
Ran my gang, sold undercover
Call a girl out a name, yo I ain't no lover
I'm a pimp
a pole but won't pop shit
He be talking like he down to drop shit
Bitch I'm up in your crib and I don't got no key
I be all in yo' shit like a locksmith
up, and blow ya syst' up.
This that that get ya jive talkin',
East side artist C-Walkin',
People, people, listen closely,
I sing it 'cause mostly
ring tone
And she so hypnotized by this pimp poem
What i got here is mine go get your own
I put this to rhymes get piece of mind
OZs to dimes and this
shit by me
Keys by the keys how I use my chi
Wise with force how I use ki
Mind my own when I sip my tea
Raise one up when I tip my gs
Tuck my shit when I
the custie
I control like a trustee/
You turned in like a Must-See
King Of The North
You tuned in like Must-See
RIP out Pimp C
I may Big Pimp wit Bun B
how all my niggas know
Blowin dro, 24s, that's how all my niggas roll
In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open
My partners looking at me to see
deep, deep Blackness, your mind gets dank
Revelation to Genesis, something you cannot dismiss
Keys to Crossroad, come to abyss!
And find a verb-stick
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