Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Pimpin', artist - Jimmy wopo. Album song Woponese, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Big Pimpin' |
| I’m big pimpin' right now nigga |
| I’m big pimpin' right now, where that lean at? |
| Where that lean at? |
| Pass, me that lean? |
| It’s Woponese, you know what that mean, what I mean, big pimpin' nigga |
| Listen to me nigga |
| Listen to me |
| Hear me out |
| One, thirteen, nine-seven when they made a legend |
| Oh shit he got that chopper, its a one eighty seven |
| About to blow up on that opps, since the nine eleven |
| And I’m always on my grind, in the line for seconds |
| Bitch I do the crime because my lawyer aggressive |
| Oh and these turned your livers into simple possessions |
| Ten racks on some straps just for extra protection |
| Level six on my chest shit I gotta invest in 'em |
| Cause I done torch niggas down when they toting they weapon |
| Pull, pull up on a nigga, I ain’t ask him no questions |
| He get a rep from the Tec about some shit he was repping |
| Catch him in a lobby trying to get to the exit |
| Walk up on a nigga and I ask for directions |
| Soon as he looked to left, hit his ass with the FN |
| Give me the price if it’s right, then his life I’m finessing |
| Speaking of finessing I finessed the connection |
| Because he was coming through collecting but I wasn’t progressing |
| I watch my daughter with the carbon, say I’m overprotective |
| Cruising down Elm Street with my AR-15 |
| No you don’t want Jimmy Wop to pop up in your dream |
| I’m a fucking grave digger and a codeine fiend |
| I got the sack on these bitches counting Mean Joe Green |
| Drop kick from the chick, bitch don’t step in in the ring |
| Smiles goofy like he six but a vet with the beam |
| B-Boolin in the jets got a Tec with the string |
| I’ll leave that ass Red Bull, you gonna definitely get wings |
| I’m on your head, on that bread like some sesame seeds |
| RIP JD and nigga free Ja weez |
| You can’t bob and weave these 223's |
| Swear money Mayweather couldn’t even box these |
| They kick and flip, nigga these Jet Li’s |
| I let 'em fly like butterfly, sting like bees |
| I got a mission and feeding Grandma B |
| She wanna do it off the percs, told me bring LGs |
| They saying Wop about to blow, nigga who you gonna feed? |
| Nigga my momma and my daughter and my boy Taylor |
| But wait, nigga hold that, Imma fuck the whole trap |
| Whole lane boys nigga Imma flood the whole rack |
| New niggas whack they ain’t hotter than my old raps |
| Niggas think they doing something busting on my old snaps |
| Fucking all my old hoes, toting all my old straps |
| Imma have a couple mill still pimpin' shootin' craps |
| Player I ain’t preaching to you, nigga I’m just stating facts |
| You ain’t got that paperwork then you can’t say he a rat |
| I remember way back, eating hot and cold packs |
| Used to hit the corner store, steal chips and fruit snacks |
| Be the same nigga from the clubhouse, turn Mickey Mouse |
| Soon as I see a square round, I just kick him out |
| Everywhere I go I got a nigga with that chickie out |
| Treetop piru nigga check my fucking body count |
| Lane, lane |
| (Treetop piru nigga check my fucking body count) |
| Big pimpin' |
| (Big pimpin' right now) |
| Woponese |
| Pimpin right now |
| (Bullet in my cup and another in my gun) |