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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. The 12 king pimp commandments!
Uh
It's pimp gator
Peep the ?
A king pimp's been here for years representin'
the luxuries
Draco for all the fuckery
That come with the riches
First you get the money power
Then come the bitches
Started with V6 then come the 12s
No more
got the freedom) (Rev 1:5),
cause you've been saved by the blood of the Son (Wooe!) (Heb 9:12 & Col 1:20).
You've got the freedom from what you've done,
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
approaching the 18?
th tee off with an insomauntible 8th stroke lead.
The Champion: Well let?s wrap this thing up
Donald: The gallery lets the champion know
Stone cold killer rockin' Gucci
New Jack City servin' Pooky (what?)
Ridin' in a Vert' with a Uzi (skrrt)
Four, five, six, nigga, double up (hold on)
6. Got a one fold plan; two fold increase
7. Got peace; got beats; got rhymes for the streets
8. No curse in the verse so no need for the “beep”
9. I
cll they seem to do these days is sell us on a tragedy
5. Tell you that the ugly things really aren't raggedy
6. Put a pig in precious pearls, dress it
20 bus stops
With an average of 6 people per stop
5 lorries each with a passenger
One of which exchanged a Yorkie Bar
Weighing an ounce for 12
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
a boss and a monster at the top of his Shakra
In a word unstoppable that's crazy eights
Move at light speed while I'm tempting my fait
Attempting this
no more dude, I sell mescaline
Regulation number 5, when it's a drop nigga park yo' feet
Regulation number 6, fuck 12 and a box ? street
the sky /4
Ima soak her up till she’s dry5
Ima plea the fifth and you gon lie/6
I could smell the shit I’m a fly/7
If you burn me you get fried/8
We gon
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. The 12 king pimp commandments!
Uh
It's pimp gator
Peep the ?
A king pimp's been here for years representin'
But been frost bit, back back young bitch
Orange Catalina same color as a Sunkist
Six 12's beat every time the fuckin drum kick
Born on the track, so
1 2 3 4 an open book an open door
5 6 7 8 free your mind to jubilate
9 10 11 12 a penny in a wishing well
4 3 2 1 tell me babe that you're the one
Burn to the core 5. 6. Burn up in the mix 7. 8. Brain incinerate 9. 10. The fire’s don’t end 11. 12. Burning in Hell 13. 14. Blue fire scorching 15.
The Devil and the Satan
THE APOCALYPSE OF ST. JOHN THE APOSTLE: Chapter 12
12:6
et mulier fugit in solitudinem ubi habet locum paratum a Deo ut ibi
[Chorus: ]
I got six 12's(u can tell) (Repeat 11X)
I got alotta people wanna steal my shit
I got six 12's u can hear my shit
Man I really be trunken,
BOOLDIE LIKE KERRY (6)
10 O'CLOCK NEWS RED TAPE PON DI TELLY (7)
SHOT LODGE INNER YOU FACE AND BELLY DEM NA READY (8)
ME NA CARE WHERE YOU COME FROM
ME NA
makin that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin
Love to get my
makin that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin
Love to get my
makin that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin
Love to get my
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha mornin' by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh
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