PimpinAintEasy
Forever Parco
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Turn me up Mines 40 yours 50 Tell em hit me up if he really with it Know I got my dirty niggas riding with me Homie trynna spark, told em, hold up Too short, ain't bout money I don't really feel it Mines 40 yours 50 Tell em hit me up if he really with it Know I got my dirty niggas riding with me Homie trynna spark, told em wait a minute Too short, ain't bout money I don't really feel it Blunt smell, rolling low, with the window tinted F*ck 12, I ain't caught up wit em in a minute If ain't ain't about the money I don't Uh Uh Pull to the set with an invitation Ion do much, I be money making Tell em throw they sets, we ain't gotta say shit A nigga pull through in a clutch, and my dawgs adjacent To much pussy for me so we never chase it Money is the only thing I'm giving patience Shout my niggas, all my niggas we must be related How you in the game, and you ain't playing Who else turn a two to a four Getting bred on the low Getting head on the low too Nigga I been getting paid by myself Getting bread by myself Tell me, nigga do I know you No nigga, do it wrong let me coach you Coach k, I'm that nigga you should come too Broke days, man you know a nigga had to go through No pain, watch a nigga hit a slow groovy Moe bop, mane that nigga knaan came through Moe guap, nigga never let it change you Four, five, six, seven bad bitches came through And I ain't pick not one, I let my dawgs choose All player in this bitch, don't make the wrong move Drop top, in a hot box let the smoke through Young nigga, making figures bigger than the old dudes Uh Yeah Mines 40 yours 50 Tell em hit me up if he really with it Know I got my dirty niggas riding with me Homie trynna spark, told em wait a minute Too short, ain't bout money I don't really feel it Blunt smell, rolling low, with the window tinted F*ck 12, I ain't caught up wit em in a minute If ain't ain't about the money I don't really hear it Funny life turn cold under them street lights Under a 100 a zone he got that sack right Got him sipping alone, he got that act right Hottest under the sun, he got his strap right Was he made for this street life (nigga hell yeah) All they give em Is real nigga drug dealer Born sinner Trend setter Still extra Said he was fresh to death when them stray bullets hit em (look out) But the hustle gone continue His mama called em up and said she love him and she miss you But he caught up in the issue As his homies spin the block looking for the ones that hit you
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