Lyrics:
till the morning
Imma get the simp song over with
Lips like SZA
Taste like candy
Imma lil different
When I'm off they brandy
Shorty got taste
And she
Yea. Now we talking
Got a movement moving faster than often surrounded by solvent and carcinogens
My drive is like, drifting in a civic whip
Spitting
luck
I'm that kid cats can't wait to scar up
But the show ain't over until the bottles is empty
Then girls run out the club, follow the Bently
the buffest.
Only take numbers from the buffest,
play tracks like wayne wonder's for the buffest.
Nuff gal!
You don't even know what nuff is,
i'm bad boy and i
out here flexin'
When I done did it befo'?
And who is you to talk about this whip ain't mine
But you see a nigga in it with the top down?
Boy you
Nas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
N-N-N-N-Nas
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your eardrum de-virignized
While the music is
Hahaha
pass em by
Bad guys and we certified
Operating in the candle light
Y'all been dreaming I've been living living
You can have the clubs know city mine
fokken boek groot in die bolyf, maar lig in die broek
Tel die Energade op, Brandy moet jy neersit hang nog by clubs uit al is ons amper 40
Date net dom
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
[Intro: Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what
This song was alleged to be
On "Melvin Flynt" but is
Not on the final release version
Possibly from a bootleg
Yo all y'all bitches can pay
For your
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what I'm saying, the vet,
to Club Luxury
Hey guys! This is Miss Luxury
Here and welcome to my own club
It's Club Luxury
It's the independent club by me so yeah
If you're rich and if
by clubs uit al is ons amper 40
Date net dom blondes, want dis fokken maklik
Probeer heetlyd diep wees maar bly oppervlakkig
Lifestyle centres en
the nighttime
If these boys want the smoke they could light mine
I was raised by an Irish mobster not a monster
Really was an author whiskey with his water
Had
ABC
caking caking caking boy we finna make it
we hit the club booty start shaking
im errrwhere you never there
if you step up fighting will occur
of the time and I don't get no sleep
Don't get me confused with just any other Chad
I'm a freak and unique and all them other boys can stay mad
My time here is
is
I could care less about a motherfucker talkin' shit
I can't keep playing games with you boy or your pussy click
Nigga, we too deep in this
of mine is supposed to shine
My pockets on swoll' my rims all grown
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
Difference is I own mine and you still owe
Slackin' in your mackin' can't save a hoe
Speculatin' at the bar over mohetoe
Like I betchya fall off, oh no he
The inside be peanut butter
Which is complimentin' my red bitch (Uh)
Champagne by the case-load
Polo cheese by the outlet
She swallowed my dick 'bout an hour
Yeah! Pussies don't get pussy
Brooklyn (uh-huh)
Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil' bitch
Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit
mission is to cut
Dat really be blunt man get my dick sucked
Hut one, Hut two then she hiking my balls
Send her back to the club with your bitch
on coming cause
The way I ride is so insane
I got that head game
Cause yours is so lame
Sweeter than rock candy
The boy is mine, like Brandy
You try to hold
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