Lyrics:
not a atheist
Wanted like kingpins by ATF
Your girl want my name on her chest
Me and Rick argue about whose chain is the best
Gucci boxers, my diet
Good thing that boy good
Good thing good thing
Good thing that boy good
Good thing good thing
Good thing that boy good
Good thing good thing
Good
some ride or dies switch up
Kinda caught me by suprise if I’m being honest with ya
So make sure that you good on your own in this world
Cuz in reality
As I sit by the fire sippin' on this fine wine
I reminisce about the time that I saw a pimp standing on the corner of a street
Pretty sure it was
I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench
that
And the body frame so skinny
5'5, but the moms, they still fuckin' with me, yeah
And I gotta get my pennies up by any means
It's my energy,
a G
You can tell by the way we walk the way we talk we keep it P.I.M.P (let's go)
So macking
Gold magnums said two words and now she want action
Toe
built all this by myself so let me gone flex a muscle
The only reason it's still your season, you good at hiding my nigga
But we all know that you a lame
pic
My skinny bitch had took it, so I sent it to my thick bitch, yeah (yeah)
She don't give no fuck about no rich nigga (she don't give no), yeah
it
Boy put on a show
I'm in a sea of self-doubt G
Blinded by the camera lights
Torn between what's good and right, opposite like day and night
Still,
free
Way with da words
Now you working for me
Damn I'm a pimp
I was raised by a g
105 wet but add 10
With the heat
Skinny lil bitch
But you ain't
amazin', hate to be paperless
Bill Gate in this, it must be God
I'm not a atheist
Wanted like kingpins by ATF
Your girl want my name on her chest
Me and Rick
a bitch, drag a bitch so bad I need a damn collar
Pimp nigga, I ain't turnin' down shit but my damn collar
Police man be chasin', wanna grab me by my damn
on death
My demise ain't here don't hold your breath
Cook heat over beef so I'm somethin' like a chef
Purple kushes, my bitches wax off they pussy bushes
turnt out
And by the time I gave her back she was burnt out
Like the tires on the Huracan, you ain't good Antwan
Or better yet, stay great, we stay
the nana like a battery
No chains on my words make you feel like you sitting by the ray
Splash in a planet full of Ashes
Dust to dawn passes I tried fasting
Scoliosis, give your girl a diagnosis
Bars so hard put you in a hypnosis
Skinny boys but our pockets are fat
Big Baller B and ya boy beetlebat
Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these bitches' bank accounts
the skinnies
We rock the Bell Bottoms we ripped up Amiri
If she rock Filas you know that she trippin’
If that pussy was good you not gon’ catch me slippin’
Opps
good figures
From ganglands, where opps get pushed in wood chippers
Hold court in the streets, laws different from congress
Endorsed by another source
by the time i walk-in
Like I'm playing poker they be bluffing I be going all in
Pimp slap the bitch, they be playing, where the fuck my head at?
Bitch
little trans try'na player confused
Skinny little jeans y'all look like some fools
I don't talk too much so they say that I'm rude
Was a duece duece now
little trans try'na player confused
Skinny little jeans y'all look like some fools
I don't talk too much so they say that I'm rude
Was a duece duece now
you back it up
I'm from the outskirts of Detroit Rock City
A-Shirts,Cadillacs,Big titties
Skinny models you can keep those
I like big corn fed
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