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Ridin blowin' big, sippin' on a daily basis (Merion, you Krazy) Quick to hop out on your block and wreck faces Slanted slabs in open spaces, looking good and standing tall Beatin' down yo' block, knocking pictures off the wall Young rich bitch, I feel like I got something to prove (for real) Slap the shit out me a nigga if he acting like a fool (the fuck?) And bitches tried to hold me back when I was up at school But I was beating hoes up and knocking bitches out they shoes (ha-ha) These is facts, any bitch could vouch for me I can't break no bread if you wasn't sleeping on that couch for me (at all) Put 'em on TV, my niggas giving out they clout for free And I'm not for the game so, bitch, you better watch your mouth with me Ay, 'cause it get ugly (it get ugly) But I'm a sweetheart, you can't tell You wouldn't know with all I been through 'cause I make this shit look well I can't send you no money, so don't call me from no cell 'Cause I ain't holding no nigga down, so bitch, you better not go to jail Nigga, I mean that Watched a couple hoes switch up on me, I hate I seen that (ew) We got dirty money so you know we had to clean that Can't fuck with niggas that got hoes, I won't get in between them We toss niggas around, we treat these niggas like they bean bags Niggas think they players 'til they meet a real P bitch And I taste like sugar but ain't a damn thing sweet, bitch I would never let another nigga try me like no weak bitch I'm pretty but I'll take a nigga life and that's the tea, bitch (for real) I'm pimping on a daily basis I'm quick to break a nigga down for them dead faces I don't fuck with bitches, we not friends and we not pals Beating down yo' block, taking niggas from they gals I'm pimping on a daily basis I'm quick to break a nigga down for them dead faces I don't fuck with bitches, we not friends and we not pals Beating down yo' block, taking niggas from they gals Bitch, I'm fine, slim waist, pretty face, he know I'm a dime Can't lay up with no nigga 'cause I do not have the time (at all) And I can't claim a nigga 'cause none of these niggas mine Don't ask me 'bout my ex, let's just pretend that nigga died Ain't no pressure about no nigga, tell his ass to fall in line (for real) And if he can't get right, I'm just gon' take it as a sign 'Cause for this next line, you gotta look me in my eyes If you think I'ma sweat you, you out your motherfucking mind (dummy) Is you stupid or is you dumb? Pick a side (stupid) I feel like FBG Duck, I'm tryna slide When I creep around that corner, bitch, you better run and hide And we ain't taking shit to heart, we just gon' take it right outside And if we take one of your people, better take that shit in stride Bitch, you said you was a killer, but it's looking like you lied And bitches know I lead the pack, I'm feeling like a tour guide (ahah) If I catch this chicken lacking, bitch, your ass as good as fried VVS hitting, got this shit from number nine (uhuh) Swerving, switching lanes, or I'ma grow my fucking spine (ow) Remember being broke, I swear them jobs were hard to find But now look at me shining, I thank God 'cause it's my time so I'm pimping on a daily basis (for real) I'm quick to break a nigga down for them dead faces I don't fuck with bitches, we not friends and we not pals Beating down yo' block, taking niggas from they gals Pimp-pimp-pimping on a daily basis I'm quick to break a nigga down for them dead faces I don't fuck with bitches, we not friends and we not pals Beating down yo' block, taking niggas from they gals
Writer(s): Demerion Pratt, Leondra Gay, Dennis D Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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