Lyrics:
a one-eighty-seven (one eighty-seven)
With a MAC-10, reactin' like you really want to know what's happenin'
Down with buckin' why'all with me strap and best a be
[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
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,
I got a-
That's fucked up
By the looks of how it's going you out of luck, luck
And me and my girl done with shopping we gon' fuck rough
And when you
I'm the people champ not the rock tho
Break a bitch walls down like jericho
It's 6 of y'all it's 1 of me and I got a 9 that's mysterio
Turn me when ya'
yi y3 serious
Ibi you wey ik3 bo baa gbo
See Ibi you wey ik3 bo baa gbo
Gagaga Aahhh
Slow down for me slow down for me
Gagaga ahhh
Slow down for me
no reason
Why you got to let it down
Just look around, we platinum bound (bound, bound)
And I want you to know (I want you to know)
That through
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,
they feel, aha aha
That's how we put it down, aha aha y'all gonna get it now
Chip off the old block resemble my old pops
Accept I tote glocks
always
Gonna do right by you
Cross my heart
Hoped to die
Yeah that’s how I ride for you
Times a been a rollercoaster
And we navigate
The ups and downs
Now
feel, uh-huh, uh-huh)
That's how we put it down
(Uh-huh, uh-huh y'all gon get it now)
Chip off the old block
Resemble my old pops
'Cept I tote glocks
a roar he cried fray the bottom of 'is heart
That I would nay fall but as dead
Dead as I can by why' feet, d'ya ken?
And the wind cried back
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
points with The girl's parents, Ken and Gloria
My next door neighbors, by taking the group out to dinner at Olive Garden, saying he knew
The head chef
I ain't trying to stop I'd rather tell these niggas go
They like this shit so ima make it
They trying to pop out at a green light
I don't know no Ken
As soon as the pen sticks then i do the ken tricks
People boast they spend shit but it's not funny
It's not about the money because it's corrosive
need someone to go to
Someone that holds you
Someone to be by yo side
Baby if ever you need someone to talk to
Someone to hold you
Someone to be down
talking your shit cause we go get it
You playing a stick
And why these niggas always talking
We the ones who do the stalking
I don't want to go
loved
Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough
A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes
This is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy
gonna make it, why should I even try
Stay down for the fans, stay down for my fam
The truth is where they gon' lie
Yeah, cross me Imma have you pray
that I loved
Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough
A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes
This is why they shouldn't kill off
on the map
I keep it gangsta for sho do lo
And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke
For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all
Let me hit sumthin dogg
on the map
I keep it gangsta for sho do lo
And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke
For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all
Let me hit sumthin dogg
round, this ain't a play ground
Feel like Ken Griffey bitches get hit every day now
Mixing lean n the weed damn I'm crossed up
Thought you could get over
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