| One
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| Nigga tried to cross me out,? |
| funky bitch
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| Two
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| Of my other bitches finna put him in the click
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| Three
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| Different hoes runnin games while hes drinkin brew
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| Four
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| Drops of fyzine, nighty night damn fool
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| Five
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| Minutes later he was ridin in my fuckin trunk
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| Six
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| Different rivers in my mind, which one should I dump him
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| Seven
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| Members of his family still tryin to find his ass
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| Eight
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| Kinda late, so I better skip the numba nine
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| (Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp)
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| Al Capone my nigga thats insane
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| Better watch yo back because we robbin mane
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| Creepin on a sucka wit a sawed off
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| Doggin these hoes like Jerry?
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| Easily approachin to tha onion
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| Fryin up tha bud and tha?
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| Grippin on tha naah naha naah naah
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| Havin a trigga finga make me do tha crime
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| I could be tha nigga that you love to hate
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| Jackin a sucka to death we call it meditate
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| Keepin on the lonesome make it real dawg
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| ? |
| out make me wanna rob
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| Maccin to these hoes like the Skinny Pimp
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| Nine millimeter slippin off my hip
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| OVP
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| Hell nah fuck that
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| Pimpin ain’t dead it’s the whole?
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| Quiet while I load up my weapon
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| Ridin through your neighborhood, sprayin
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| Sleepy with tha onion in my brain
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| Tha polices, they don’t know my real name
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| U might be tha nigga that will fuck wit me
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| ? |
| homicide in tha first degree
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| ? |
| niggas cold clownin
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| Executin suckas while they smilin
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| Y’all heard the Skinny Pimp, loud and clear
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| Zippin up my lips because I’m outta here
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| Peace |