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Yella Beezy

PIMP C

 

PIMP C


[Yella Beezy:]
Swear to God, all I be talking 'bout a fact, nigga
All facts, nigga, swear to God
I ain't lying neither
On my mama, every time I talk (Yeah), nigga, just listen up, you know?

Ayy, that lil' ho messy, you can't tell her nothing, on God, she gon' spread the word
Hey, lot of grammies like I'm tryna win awards, waiting on the first and third
Got a lot of 'bows and I ain't talking 'bout clothes, but he tryna get a shirt
Ayy, young nigga busting pack after pack, I'm tryna get a 'vert
Hey, heard them niggas say they still tryna get me, well, I'm tryna get 'em murked
Hey, I don't take shit lightly when they talking 'cause I'm 'bout get 'em first
Bitch say her nigga gon' rob me when he see me, you 'bout to get him hurt
Hey, make me clap my hands, chopper make him dance, stomp, you 'bout to get him kirked
Ayy, tell your homegirl leave me out her mouth, all in my dick business
I swear to God, you ain't gotta say my name to get in that bitch panties
If she wanna fuck, she gon' let you fuck without saying my name, pimping
Chucking salt, tryna throw me under the bus, nigga, that ain't pimping
I swear, it's enough money for everybody, nigga, you know I ain't tripping
I ain't ever worried 'bout who a nigga fucking or what he ain't spending
The fuck I'm frowned up 'cause another nigga hustlin'? This ain't no hating business
I swear to God, I'm one heartless motherfucker, nigga, I don't like feelings
Affiliated with the KKK 'cause I do not like niggas
Before you play with Yella, say, you better reconsider, go play with your wife, nigga
This 40 Glock here a stud, I stay with a strap just like a dyke, nigga
Hey, fuck that lil' bitch from the back, she jumped in my lap 'cause she scared of heights, nigga
Ayy, all my young thugs some gunners, look like I'ma ski, all of this ice, nigga
I'm fucking on his baby mama, she said I got meat for a lil' bright nigga
If I want the nigga head, on God, he dead, don't play with your life, nigga
Not giving a fuck about hype, nigga
You be beating up bitches, an Ike nigga
I be beating up niggas, I fight niggas, huh, bitch, act like you know
When you said it, you knew it was gon' start a lot of shit, why you act like you slow?
Ayy, I know a lot of niggas still make a living off that pot on that stove
Six, four figures at the age of four
I shot my uncle, TEC-9 in the floor

Pimp C, real girls, get down on the floor
Baby, grind on the floor
Shooting dice, nigga just won a dime on the floor
All money, nigga, never mind on a ho
Real player nigga, never minding a ho
You give money to a bitch, I give mine to the store
Money over bitches, give mine to bros
Swear to God, I'm never minding you hoes
Pimp C, real girls, get down on the floor
Baby, grind on the floor
Shooting dice, nigga just won a dime on the floor
All money, nigga, never mind on a ho
Real player nigga, never minding a ho
You give money to a bitch, I give mine to the store
Money over bitches, give mine to bros
Swear to God, I'm never minding you hoes

[EST Gee:]
Nigga act like he won't, I'ma make him
I been running out of patience
Times two watch cost a Mercedes
What was he thinking, I wasn't gon' spank him?
Niggas be playing crazy when they know that it's dangerous
Wood hot on the Drakey
Dumping on him on the daily
None of 'em thumpers on safety
Pin a nigga to the pavement
Kept it real with the fakest
He was knowing I'ma snake him
Lot of bodies, cost a bracelet
Lot of thoughts I be thinking
X hitting, heart racing
Get close enough to taste it
If you see me, I'ma bang it
I'ma shoot, fuck thinking
Serving court, back to arraignments
Red zone, rich gangsters
Meth-slinging gunslinger

[Yella Beezy:]
Pimp C, real girls, get down on the floor
Baby, grind on the floor
Shooting dice, nigga just won a dime on the floor
All money, nigga, never mind on a ho
Real player nigga, never minding a ho
You give money to a bitch, I give mine to the store
Money over bitches, give mine to bros
Swear to God, I'm never minding you hoes
Pimp C, real girls, get down on the floor
Baby, grind on the floor
Shooting dice, nigga just won a dime on the floor
All money, nigga, never mind on a ho
Real player nigga, never minding a ho
You give money to a bitch, I give mine to the store
Money over bitches, give mine to bros
Swear to God, I'm never minding you hoes

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