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Uh, Pimpstead Uh, Pimpire Yeah Shit ain't never been sweet Even though we in the penthouse suite These niggas ain't bout it, the game crowded like Canal Street (Uh) Might need to street sweep Wipe down the V, I need it squeaky clean Spider V, Alexander McQueen (Peep) Sneaky links, I'ma creep Ride with the shotty beside me, that's my side piece Only do pump and dumps, I got a wifey Lil' fiery thing (Fiery), with the lime green bean When you was thinkin' that everything's irie More than likely it's diabetes type 3 (Woo) It ain't what I'm drivin', it's what's drivin' me (Know that) You can't buy it or caption on IG (No) Can't put getting nice before hygiene Why all this YSL and Moncler if you got algae teeth? Uh, smile for me These words got weight, this is worth the wait Back when I was purchasing weight, was one verse away From skirt steak or being burnt at the stake (Uh) Speak my name in a certain way, enter them pearly gates Courtesy of my rusted .38 Letras de cancionesIt's a dirty game These niggas ain't sturdy as they claim (Not even close) Like James Worthy, let my jersey hang Curvy thing with the plastic surgery face Had to pump the emergency brakes Hurry and wait The early bird deserves the worm we ate As for the prey, what awaits is an early grave Every verse I laid is pain In all of his moods, there's something really incredible Which is expressed through instruments The capacity to, to create a mood for, uh, for anyone Doesn't matter if you're playing in a club, if you're playing in a mall If you're playing in the streets or a carnival, you create (Every verse I laid is pain) From Letras Mania