P.I.M.P. Lyrics

Aye nigga

I heard you paint houses

Nah, not anymore nigga

Nigga you lying

King

I know some killers from The Four who make it real lit

You better talk that young nigga down because mine gonna drill shit

And ima ride with em, if we all crash ima die with em

Never flock to niggas because I'm fly with em

SOS, my soul drowning, ima dive with em

Better that than suicide get em

(Yea)

That magic stick, he got that magic dick

That made her stick around til' she found out he ain't shit

And she ain't having it

But it's a habit and, niggas just always sit around, stuck imagining

If it's gas light it up, then get it back again

And if it's smoke then it's up, they know what's happening

Best believe, catch one of us we throwing back at them

Think they had enough, I catch your bluff we throwing back at them

Like John Madden or whoever else is Kapernickin'

Pack sticking to my fingers, that shit finger lickin'

Why the rich keep getting richer because they penny pinch

And all my niggas living out the kitchen, whippin', still whippin'

Catch that boy by the L, he was real slippin'

All them holes in his body and he still living, this is real spinnin'

This how you post up on his block, leave his chin missing

Won't answer me but talk to cops, they be real snitchin'

When I fall I catch myself, this is real trippin'

Paper in my pocket, this is real pimpin'

(Uh)

Paper in my pocket, this is real pimpin'

Put her in her place in a couple minutes

Buss all on her face before I'm cumming in it

Then make her listen to my tape like is you fucking with it

Pussy so good, taste like I know you didn't

Like I'm skinny dippin' when I'm swimmin' in it

My brother different, waiting for his sentence

It feel like life changing, feel like good riddance

(Uh)

When I fall I catch myself, this is real trippin'

Paper in my pocket, this is real pimpin'

Talk to Allah, when you choose to make the time for him

Talk to em all, that's your dog but you won't die for him

I paid to cost to be the boss, think Ricky lied to them

Perfect timing, and got me back on my grind again

Couldn't see em coming down my eyes

So when one started to fall, bitch I started to cry

A king can recognize a king in disguise

So by them waiting on our downfall we started to rise

When I fall I catch myself, this is real trippin'

Paper in my pocket, this is real pimpin'

When I fall I catch myself, real trippin'

Paper in my pocket, real pimpin'

You are everything, everything is you, everything is everything

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