PIMPIN NEVER SLIPPIN E

If ever slip, it always be by dip, Man. Toward a ho, never know what you gon' Get for your dough. Pushing across, tell me who lost. Golden Mack, it's the boss. It's a gorilla, the killer Manila, I dump his Ass down the river, bitch. Rock a nigga five-two forty. Now you gotta work a day, and now I'm Leaving that way, bitch. Rock a nigga brain for five-two forty. Now you gotta work a day, and now I'm Leaving that way, bitch. Rock a nigga brain for five-two forty. Now you gotta work a day, and now I'm Leaving that way, bitch. Rock a nigga brain for five-two forty. Now you gotta work a day, and now I'm Leaving that way, bitch. I run up a slut, but I really don't Give a fuck 'bout no bitches. Keep those chickens on my motherfucking nutsack. It don't make no difference if those CEO bitches Ain't mess with me. Untouchable and hated with those Niggas in my industry. I can't really tell, but that crackhead giving me Hell. And that motherfucking blood is dumb, He messing with my funds. Fuck the buck, now wait, that's like grip on My ass, right? Nothing else to say, That's like G on my hate. Still it's pay to the poor. I'm smoking my fig, the black ledger. I'm feeling those ashes to my side. FRC on my cheek, ride with me. I'm bringing them all with this type of shit. Little cuz, they know where I'm from. Stop fessing for my hood, this dick, Ah, bitch. I'm the bad guy. I never say no, bruh. But don't need no nigga in my hood after Dark. Sleep, bitch. I'm taking this life, I'm on sword play. Get on my sleeve, it's ready for that stain. We pulling on wood, ayy. Keeping on the jugg, feeling what? Hit my subjects for these thugs. They in they with that shit, bringing gangsta. I don't feel it, though. Got my occupation smoking, And I ain't going back. If I can't sell that dope, I chill with Clubs up on that boy. This in your track and tell my G's that While my pockets pumping, getting fat, Eat the eat. I'm thinking for what, forever stop, but I'm sending Out them shots 'cause that busta Called Me