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foolio - pimpin' ain't easy (remix) كلمات الأغنية

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 !

[ verse 1 ]
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 l!ck 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 sh_lls 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 p_rn
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 k!llin’ 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
[ verse 2 ]
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 k!llin’ 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 k!lling for eight
you just caught a body you late
everybody gotta die, everybody gotta date

[ verse 3 ]
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 k!lled 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’ j_panese
[ verse 4 ]
.40 is on me clappin’ me
i ain’t even feelin’ no dap in me
we just lost bibby tragically
but we gon’ k!ll 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

[ outro ]
ugh, aye
six in the bricks with his heater
ugh, ugh, yea
n_ggas be sangin’ justin beiber

- foolio

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