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Kingpin Skinny Pimp
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Don't Test Me
It ain't no love for them bitches it ain't no love to gangs Steppin' on top pimpin' I'm never seekin' I'm just controllin' your brand I Gotta make my cheese got prophet killin' Killin' real for the hustlers ... streets is filled with busters I murder (?) with the gat in my lap cuz there's money to makin' these bitches are breakin' The niggas they dyin' before they get grown
So I see him with the crown put him in that zone A frat he don't like green he must be blown We livin' up in a big mansion diggin' on bitches as my calm Calm a nut I use two Cuz we fuckin' on some pussy ho got it bro but I got it on safety I'm 'bout to watch out for these bitches cuz they [?]click with the Skinny Pimp my name they cross up the family ho ain't nothing changed This course is extra for them hoes that wanna run the track Bitch you recognize a real man
I'm true to the shit that I spit Don't test me I sweep the ground From your feet I don't trust me Fuck a straight jacket them fools put me in a straight trench A psycho at large I'm not from earth I'm from mars bitch
Players what you hatin' for I'm talkin' up hits they hit the floor Don't look at me trick cuz I take your life I'm still tryin' to make that cash flow I get in the door then I run out the door headin' to my thang I'm close mane Cameras takin' my mugshots Is creepy befo they ass drop Skinny Pimp in the trenchcoat ball with a lot of hay pimpin' and robbin' I do wanna jack then went to the high house switchin' my gats Smokin' a sack to the bong I swing the van to the prophet checkin' my trap my Poppin' the cunts with the quickie thangs counterfeit money boy takin' your yay Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Some fools talkin' 'bout they go touch me touch me I must touch them first Family Roll with the mafia Fucked up I'm so serious
I'm true to the shit that I spit Don't test me I sweep the ground From your feet I don't trust me Fuck a straight jacket them fools put me in a straight trench A psycho at large I'm not from earth I'm from mars bitch
You see I'm comin' out with this pimpin' shit to keep you niggas real The pimpin' never dies haters got me not enough clear Watch my back cuz some of these niggas jackin' I need that paper But now I prefer start with the .45 bodyshaker Tossing up your block with the cuz I don't care North Memphis ... throw your sets in da air Here we go with the thrust it's a must when we bust to fuck you up Fall on his back but some of these survived dumpin' gangsters spoken I'm chokin' that bitch Ain't no evidence leavin' no fingerprints I got birds in my trunk Pimpin' gotta get about my hustlin' day by day smokin' one I been walkin' since the day before yesterday ho don't make me mad Bitch you're pussy fuckin' uh uh you gotta have some cash
I'm true to the shit that I spit Don't test me I sweep the ground From your feet I don't trust me Fuck a straight jacket them fools put me in a straight trench A psycho at large I'm not from earth I'm from mars bitch
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