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[feat. Bun B & Big K.R.I.T.] [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.] I'm on some superfreak shit like Rick james, I could get it When I'm moving lane-to-lane Bentley car, superstar, candy sweet Gripping that stick like an icicle Sweet like a candy cane Get down on it at the drop of a dime I'm a candy nigga, keep it coming all the time Pimp c, sweet jones, jr, [?] Do you like it from the front or Do you like it from the back? I'm a do some pop rocks, good and some ice packs I'm the real, so trill, keep you cumming On my mat, I'm on like boosie Drop it down like a pro, give it to me like When we make em get down on the floor [Hook:] Pimping on the good Gripping on the wood Every fucking day a young nigga live good Got a pocket full of cheese Yellow on my dick Letras de cancionesEvery fucking day I'm on some pimped-out shit Gripping on the wood Every fucking day a young nigga live good Got a pocket full of cheese Yellow on my dick Every fucking day I'm on some pimped-out shit [Verse 2: Bun B] Man, I'm sitting tall, ballin 24s I skate around See me up in these streets, dripping paint My plate is scraping now We picking paper up and I'm shutting haters down Tell em "what's the skinny? " But I'm still throwing my weight around Trill: I don't play around Leave that to the children I'm about to be [?] leave em red like Helen mirren Wood wheel steering, and vogue tire turning Big money earning like I came from mount vernon Got the swisher sweet burning Got my money on my mind and I'm about to make a killing When them vogue tires peeling and the 5th wheel drop And the trunk door's raising, I recline the ragtop Everybody just stop like their time's been frozen But to damn near go blind from the shine of the chosen It ain't no more supposing Already understood, I'm repping pat, my hood When I'm gripping on the wood, baby [Hook:] Gripping on the wood Every fucking day a young nigga live good Got a pocket full of cheese Yellow on my dick Every fucking day I'm on some pimped-out shit Gripping on the wood Every fucking day a young nigga live good Got a pocket full of cheese Yellow on my dick Every fucking day I'm on some pimped-out shit [Verse 3: Pimp C] [?] Bitch, I don't know you Never seen a pimp? ho let me show you Wood grain when I roll through Candy painted my slab Put some screens in the front, ike turner In my trunk, and a diamond tip on the back It's a fuckmobile, cause I fuck them freaks You lame as fuck, so she fuck with me Don't be surprised when she leaves your side I'm everything that you call defeat Y'all niggas lame, y'all niggas floss Mr pimp c, I'm a break em off Super-tight since '86 [?] could've been my pa But, forever all day nigga This new ugk nigga You don't know what I'm bout then step aside Fuck up out my face, nigga Gotta hold my nuts, keep it oh-so trill Pop my trunk while I work my bills Drop my top and crack my [?] Cause your bitch be on my d, ho Got a song with bun, I got the [?] Country rap tunes til the day I die Out for the shrimp, blowing up like a blimp Rotating the tires [Hook:] Gripping on the wood Every fucking day a young nigga live good Got a pocket full of cheese Yellow on my dick Every fucking day I'm on some pimped-out shit Gripping on the wood Every fucking day a young nigga live good Got a pocket full of cheese Yellow on my dick Every fucking day I'm on some pimped-out shit From Letras Mania