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suga free & sporty gotti - pimp street (cricet mix) كلمات أغنية

[intro]
production by cricet

[verse 1: sporty gotti]
went from forty_seven hundred straight to calipat’
had to hoop the dog food, never swallowed that (yep)
global telephone calls, couldn’t call me back
couple top ramens with the chips, spread it on the rack
the b_tch bad, first month of reception
that was the very first time the game taught me a lesson
now it’s me and suga free, the game tossed me a blessing
i’m constantly pressin’ until the b_tch opened the message
likе, hey now, say now, f_ck the views and likеs
i’m really tryna get the b_tch to come choose tonight (choose up)
she came with it up front and i ain’t use the pipe
i’m quick to cut a b_tch off and i ain’t use the knife (cut that b_tch off)
i was active in the county rockin’ blues and whites
before i turn a fade down, i’ll lose the fight (dead homies)
f_ckin’ with me, on god, you might lose your life
’cause i’ma ride like i use the bike
that’s on pimp street (chuuch)

[interlude: sporty gotti]
ayy now, hey now, say now
i am mr. macnito the magnificent marvelous macaroni got that extra cheese, b_tch
yes, indeed
that’s a whole lifestyle of macaroni over matrimony, though, for the record
[verse 2: suga free]
book her pastor well
b_tch beat herself with a bag of oranges
called the police and they took her ass to jail
yeah, the wild thriller, n_gga, i got daughters, motherf_cker
i said, “baby, i’m just tryna keep you out of child jail”
manage maxin’
b_tch, you had the same amount of time in the day as michael or janet jackson yeah, it’s p_ssy for sale, n_gga, just so you know
p_ssy look like a hostess twinkie, it’s sellable, get at it, ho, uh_huh
that’s how i get at a b_tch
i like ’em light, bright and almost motherf_ckin’ white
i’m tryna win a kentucky derby, sho’ you right
and suga free a bold n_gga
the archbishop don juan church said
a b_tch ain’t never complained ’cause she was cold, n_gga
and she had thy back
and we ain’t talkin’ ’bout none of these sunny cities, n_gga, this is chiraq, yeah
church told to tell, right
he said, “b_tch, if you cold, go to the back of the car
and warm your hands by the tailpipe”

- suga free sporty gotti

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