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Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy (Remix)
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These f*ck n*ggas, these rap n*ggas Ya kno what i'm sayin' ? These n*ggas been, ya know what i'm sayin' Yea Yea Og call me say a n*gga was lookin' for me Sh*t ! I just got a call from my big homie Word around town heard a n*gga got a brick on me N*gga must think i'm a lick homie He ain't eve know I gotta .40 with a di*k on me Rollin in the club got my stick on me Guess a n*gga made cause I had his f*ckin' b*tch on me Sh*t real heard my own dawg snitched on me Its a violation so you know it gotta flip homie Hunnid more shots in the AK Might go fed how them crackers did Dae Dae Bodies on the six n*ggas die by tre eights No shells on the scene man them n*ggas left no trace TGB, six block no play thang Got hoes shakin' ass for my brothers on Jpay Free Spazz jit comin' home one day B*tch tell that the whole six woke up late In a new stolen and its foreign Big bro say if it ain't foreign then it's boring F*ck a n*gga up like porn Six got Glocks on the block with his boys N*gga you ain't no noise N*gga you a b*tch and you shoot with them toys Got his dropped in the flood Pus*y ass jit we killin' you boys Might make the news before four I shot, they didn't mention i'm thanking the lord Swing back cause we upping the score Rollin' and geekin' they think ima dork ( aye, b*tch yea) They think i'm a dork Brand new Glock .30 Shootin' out the gym curry He think sh*t sweet McFlurry Before a show get em gone, do em dirty Swear to God we ain't got no worries Pull up on yo block with the pop like Murray Real facts I ain't tellin' no stories He was speakin' on Kendrick got the last n*gga buried Pus*y you play then you late F*ck killin' Lil Ray had that K to his face Then I make them do the race That boy with the bunkie just like Tampa Bay Kodak say don't leave a trace We shooting for straps killing for eight You just caught a body you late Everybody gotta die, everybody gotta date Brand new Glock .40 Pockets obese, Norbit Still spendin' block with my shordy Stolo on the six no foreges Trap house jumpin' like Jordan Pull up on ya block can't find em like Dory Cap rap, I ain't hearin' them stories Get killed if you cross the good lord that's important High speed cracker can't catch me Fled in Lou turned this sh*t to a high speed Dead Locs n*gga won't try me Face shot, can't let a n*gga J5 me N*gga's don't bleed how I bleed .30 shot clip in my motherf*ckin' magazine Get a n*gga flipped like a motherf*ckin' trampoline N*gga talkin' weird like he motherf*ckin' Japanese .40 is on me clappin' me I ain't even feelin' no dap in me We just lost Bibby tragically But we gon' kill yo sh*t happily Hoped out the stolen to the beamer Can't see these n*ggas John Cena Got my gun all in the arena Need a bad b*tch like Trina N*ggas sang like Justin Beiber Pull up on yo ass with my heater Six not an ordinary creature Talkin' my sh*t like Rasheeda F*ck the lil hoe, I don't need her Beat her back in then I leave her Then I'm back in and I mingle Six in the bricks with his heater Ugh, Aye Six in the bricks with his heater Ugh, Ugh, Yea N*ggas be sangin' Justin Beiber
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