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feat bun b mike jones pimp c - pourin' up (feat. bun b & mike jones) - pimp c كلمات الأغنية

(feat. bun b & mike jones)

[pimp c]
smoke somethin, b-tch!
a trademark (trademark), know what i’m talkin ’bout?
young pimp. know what we doin? (texas!)

[hook: pimp c]
smokin out, pourin up, puttin d-ck up in yo’ sl-t
all my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
smokin out, pourin up, puttin d-ck up in yo’ sl-t
all my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
smokin out, pourin up, puttin d-ck up in yo’ sl-t
all my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
i’m smokin out, pourin up, keepin lean up in my cup
all my cars got leather and wood, in my (uh!) hood we call it {-screwed-}

[pimp c]
grippin grain, switchin lanes, sellin cocaine outta candy thang
jammin lil’ wayne, gotta trunk of bang, ’cause i’ma +hot boy+, gotta hot flame
and my hoes pay me, just like baby, that’s the only way they can lay me
n-gg-z shoot slugs but they ain’t graze me, they want sweet jones be pushin daisies
but you slow and lazy, you can’t fade me, that’s the reason i knock ya lady
how you gon’ pimp wit’cha d-ck up in her? i told the pimp god that you was a sinner
you takin these square hoes out to dinner, the b-tch chose me ’cause she want a winner
i mix her whole head up like a blender, hoe need a daddy, you’se pretender
i used to be a young drug dealer, now i’ma young girl stealer
i hit the streets like just like steve jackson, n-gg- say my name watch the priest reaction
sweet jones or sweet james? switched my name and finger f-cked the game
the n-gg- fell off ’cause his raps are sh-tty, plus a n-gg- need to move up out the city
the game gritty but the b-tch pretty, lemme sn-tch the white girl up off ya t-tty
ya heard me right, i play wit’ what i knows
wear platinum piece and wit’ the gucci clothes
paid my dues, i ain’t came to lose, i wear marvin blackman tennis shoes
in the winter time, mink coat to match and they on the floor wit’ my candy ‘lac

[hook]

[mike jones]
uh! i’m comin out in that candy thang, 8 carats in my pinky rang
drop the top in the parking lot so y’all can see where the deserts sw-ng
candy paint what i’m flippin on, 84’s and vogues what i’m tippin on

momo wood grain i’m grippin on, grippin on
i said! candy paint what i’m flippin on, 84’s and vogues what i’m tippin on
momo wood grain i’m grippin on, codeine in cup i’m sippin on
i hog the lane in that candy train, sw-ngin left and right then i turn up the bang
i’ma say it for those who don’t know my name, know my name
they call me mike jones and i blew up quick, ice age the name you can’t tell by the wrists?
i sit on buck in that candy 6, and i keep that thing real handy b-tch!
i keep it trill like pimp and bun, do hoes bad and leave ’em on the run
’cause i don’t got no love for ’em but hard d-ck and bubble gum!
i said! i keep it trill like pimp and bun, do hoes bad and leave ’em on the run
’cause i don’t got no love for ’em but hard d-ck and bubble gum!
i said! i keep it trill like pimp and bun, do hoes bad and leave ’em on the run
’cause i don’t got no love for ’em but hard d-ck and bubble gum!

[hook]

[bun b]
when i pull the slab out and hit the block, wit’ them 4’s and vogues they clankin out
when they trunks pop, drop the top, don’t be surprised you can go in shock
wit’ them neon lights, candy paint, belts and buckles across the back
don’t disrespect or call this a cadi, maybe this more than just a ‘lac
some like it white but i’ma go to green, purple dro up in the swisha
h-rny ladies sittin on the grill, wood grain to grip it’s hard to miss us
we “g” so don’t dismiss us, been here before gon’ be here later
down wit’ that you understand the g code and if you don’t then you’se hater
insult, i can’t roll wit’cha, it ain’t how i do it man
i’m from texas, p.a. to be exact where we screw it man {-screwed-}
u.g.k. for life is the family, that’s how we get down
bring them trill n-gg-z to ya hood and shut ya sh-t down
playa you need to sit down, you outta ya league
tryna keep up wit’ the trill, you just might die of fatigue
you can’t carry the load, you can’t handle the weight
not like them boys up out that lone star state so get it straight
we be…

[hook]

- feat bun b mike jones pimp c

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