My Pimpin

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Pablo Domo

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Yeah
Pablooo
I'm fina ride on this bitch

She Diggin my pimpin
(My pimpin)
She heard
I'm known to go get it
(Go get it)
If it's bout money im wit it
(I'm wit it)
Jus a regular come out the trenches
She know I'm jus built
A lil different
(Jus built a lil different)
Stay by myself cant f*ck wit
To many
(To many)
Every gun I toot got a titty
(Got a titty)
Trappin these bags from city to city
(To city)
Young nigga straight bout my cake
(My cake)
Countin all blues
I stay at the bank
(The bank)
Hitting home-runs like I'm Hank
(I'm Hank)
Doing the shit that
These lil niggas cant
(They cant)
I'm really him
But you aint
(You aint)
Gas bags for the low
An they stank
(They stank)
Lil nigga I'm up and rank
(Rank)
Team full of shooters
An they got good aim
(Good aim)

I hop on tha beat
An I ride it
(I ride it)
She hop on my dick
An she ride it
(Ride it)
Think we together
Na baby we vibing
(Oh no)
My nigga caught ten
He stayed quiet
He silent
(He silent)
Fly as a plane
I'm the pilot
(Pilot)
I mean wavy as a ship
I'm the captain
(I'm the captain)
Got 100k on the floor
How it happen
(How it happen)
Sorry momma
I cant lie even lie
I been trapping
(Been trapping)

Gettin to the money
I steady be stunting
That shit dont mean
Nothing to me
(Nothin to me)
I come up from nothing
I'm strapped wit a hundred
She everything I want her to be
Hustlin from Sunday to Sunday
On the roading
I been running
(Running)
Sticking together
You would think it was honey
Tell me you love me
Girl that don't mean nothing
I'm all her stomach
Can feel that you cumin

She Diggin my pimpin
(My pimpin)
She heard
I'm known to go get it
(Go get it)
If it's bout money I'm wit it
(Im wit it)
Jus a regular come out the trenches
She know I'm jus built
A lil different
(Jus built a lil different)
Stay by myself cant f*ck wit
To many
(To many)
Every gun I toot got a titty
(Got a titty)
Trappin des bags from city to city
(To city)
Young nigga straight bout my cake
(My cake)
Countin all blues
I stay at tha bank
(Tha bank)
Hitting home-runs like I'm Hank
(I'm Hank)
Doing the shit that
These lil niggas cant
(They cant)
I'm really him
But you aint
(You aint)
Gas bags for the low
An they stank
(They stank)
Lil nigga im up n rank
(Rank)
Team full of shooters
An they got good aim
(Good aim)

Countin all blues
I stay at the bank
Hittin homeruns like I'm Hank
Doing the shit
That these lil niggas can't
I'm really him but you aint
Gas bags for the low
An they stank
Lil nigga I'm up in rank
Team full of shooters
An they got good aim

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