Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pimp C, artist - kyynggDate of issue: 12.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pimp C |
| Oh, excuse me while I pour up |
| I’m not Pimp C but I’m on that syrup |
| He claim he want war but the bitch never showed up |
| I’m fucking his bitch, got her legs on my shoulders |
| She gave me brain in the Benz |
| She a considerate bitch |
| You a illiterate dude |
| I fuck on your grandma for scraps |
| Niggas talking my name on a diss |
| Lil boy, you don’t want none of this |
| Pull up and shoot up your hood |
| They need to free lil Prynce |
| Yeah, don’t get me confused |
| We really living like that, not these foes |
| Work on his body, just pass me the tool |
| Fucked on his bitch, pussy wet like a pool |
| No time for that dissing you folk |
| Don’t let this rap shit get you killed |
| We make your block hotter than hell |
| After I nut, bitch, I don’t wanna cuddle |
| They criticize me, tryna make me a devil |
| That’s why my heart cold, that shit made outta metal |
| Broke niggas and bitches, they gon' rock together |
| They got something in common, they don’t get no cheddar |
| They want me to fall, but I keep getting better |
| They throwing a diss and I’m ready whenever |
| Pull up in his city, finesse his whole town |
| Oh, excuse me while I pour up |
| I’m not Pimp C but I’m on that syrup |
| He claim he want war but the bitch never showed up |
| I’m fucking his bitch, got her legs on my shoulders |
| She gave me brain in the Benz |
| She a considerate bitch |
| You a illiterate dude |
| I fuck on your grandma for scraps |
| Niggas talking my name on a diss |
| Lil boy, you don’t want none of this |
| Pull up and shoot up your hood |
| They need to free lil Prynce |
| Tell them niggas I’m back |
| Fuck nigga, he diss on the gang, he get whacked |
| Adjust that lil bitch like we know where he at |
| I’m stuffed in the Benz with this mac on my lap, whoa |
| I put this mac on his back, oh |
| We spin the Benz on the block |
| And then we go wet up his trap |
| These niggas got me confused |
| Bitch, we 'bout to blow like a fuse |
| Bitch, you pull up with the tools |
| And put them lil boys on the news |
| And no, we don’t beef on the internet |
| Me and the gang don’t get into that |
| We just pull up with them carbines |
| I got 'bout thirty-two shots in this forty |
| I put that lil hoe on my schedule, yes, I need that |
| I ain’t with no arguing, talking, bitch, where that green at? |
| Pull up, we running this place |
| Now bitch, guide me right to the safe |
| Can’t be playing with you, dealing with apes |
| Oh, excuse me while I pour up |
| I’m not Pimp C but I’m on that syrup |
| He claim he want war but the bitch never showed up |
| I’m fucking his bitch, got her legs on my shoulders |
| She gave me brain in the Benz |
| She a considerate bitch |
| You a illiterate dude |
| I fuck on your grandma for scraps |
| Niggas talking my name on a diss |
| Lil boy, you don’t want none of this |
| Pull up and shoot up your hood |
| They need to free lil Prynce |