Lyrics:
on Thursday
Living everyday like Friday
Same shit I'm still geeked off these drugs hoe
Gotta gimp in a nip doing drugs in my bedroom
Oh no but I think that
still Home place>
Space Jam; Hangin' in Space Bois!
Staying honest to Shrimp, Gimp!;
Not Worthy; Slimey Simp!
Blind vom cbsynth, No One deserve the Shit
make you deal your own sister just to see if you can pimp
Make you give up your ideals, make you turn into their gimp
Now can you get into the biz?
Can
4 a couple more
Quit fuKiN 4 free u silly azz Gimp in need of a PimP
U lost and misdirected out here bad
Like a Simp with a fake limp
Lobster, lobster
hand stuff in a Ruby Tuesday (Ruby Tuesday)
Punish me in a Red Robin (Yum)
First let's get freaky in this Olive
I'll bring my gimp suit to Waffle House
and said they saw a thief
But it was just me as a gimp (for her birthday gift)
How can I ever forget when we've covered myself on fig jam
Then discovered I
you can call me a temp
Balls on her face, like a rick owens gimp
Having hella hoes, ima rick owens pimp
Size 32 and this shit fitting slim
Is you
bandera Ese el GIMP que te
asecha, catamaran y palmeras
Agua salada y morenas
My lines go up like gospel, Up like gospel and i feels so good
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twins got gimps on the hood, you can't see the face
And there ain't no sun out today
It's always high tide, you can't surf our wave
She put her hands up
come like I'm wilt, I got a hundred bitches, I'm a pimp
Ain't too many real niggas left, so free that nigga gimp
I never trust a bitch, always gotta keep
the trick-or-treaters
To the pimps and their gimps
Feed the white beaters
To the crimps with no limbs
I mumble, fumble,
Been a batter for the better, badder half
strokes within the art
I'm the pulp that's in the fiction, I'm the gimp thats in the dark
I'm the boogeyman, yeah
Undercover in the stormy lands
Better look
She gone dance on it
Yeah
She gone dance onna dick
Brand new pants don't even fit
Got the gimp hoodie zipped up
I look like the klan wit the Rick
Yeah,
codeine
Make Dem ding ding ding
Show Dem Ping Dem
Make Dem gi gi Gimp ya!
Way thing de sing din din
Wetin the boy dey sing ing ing ing ing
Badboy from
tracks and dried jheri curls
Callin' out to the pimps hat cocked slump with your gimp
On your wrist with just a twist of lime to go with that limp
piss straight up in your self-righteous rage
Wilfs, goms and gimps in the nuclear age
Four minute warning, what a shock,
Well balls to you rocket cock
piss straight up in your self-righteous rage
Wilfs, goms and gimps in the nuclear age
Four minute warning, what a shock,
Well balls to you rocket cock
dago gimp,
Gotcha, you motherfucker, gotcha, you greasy pimp...
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
We
At first look you would say that this man is just a gimp
He talks a lot
He lies a lot
He walks with a bad limp
But no one really knows him, no one
Blast off the terrorist, blow bombs and speakers out
Hookers and bricks, gutter cats, bitches and pimps
Cripples and Gimps, ex-cons, pushers and tricks
hear a song on the radio.
So I spit on the dial.
Now she's kissing me.
We snort scotch till we're plastic.
There's a gimp with a yo-yo who say's
Elvis was a dream
Kurosawa was a samurai, Achilles was a gimp
Django was a miracle, Rasputin was a pimp
Piaf was a siren, Callas was the sea
Martin
Goodyear gimp
But she got me stumped
Lookin' Bubba Gump tryna Shrimp
I was a pimp bitch
Mixed with modern day Romeo
But today my pimp look more like
to slank
3v and gimp Aye
You know we walk with a limp aye
See me young thug I like to pimp aye
Flip my style I limp mane
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