Lyrics Pen Pimpin - LE$

Pen Pimpin

I talk the shit that I wanna
I do the shit that I like
Ride the Chevy wit spinner
He hit the switch at the light
Free whip thru the city
Left the beamer at home
See, I’m Jacking the Slang
Tryna tell ya to close
On the mission to get it
The only thought on my mind
Otha niggas was trippin
This is a different design
They think the hustle a crime
But we just slangin the rep
It might look like a booth
But this bitch is a track
Steady pimpin the pen
Be finessin them lies
But they don’t go when they knows
You just listen to mine
Bet you hiding the bitch
Cause I don’t neva cut
We just give you the raw
I know it’s fuckin you up
Play this shit in yo system
When you pull up on them hoes
I heard the haters be lookin
So we gon give em a show
Came up in the game
Did it a tape at a time
They tell you pimpin was dead
Man, that shit was a lie
I bet you got it twisted
You don’t know who to trust
All these copycat niggas wanna sound like us
Playa hatin from a distance, but they study yo moves
Know a nigga neva fit
On walkin' in yo shoes
Hating on me for those hoes
Cause we accomplish on goals
That bitch suckin yo blood
And it is starin to show
But I ain’t trippin, it’s nothin
We just continue the hustlin
Tryna get me a Bentley
And sit that bitch on the buttons
You ain’t in the discussion
When they speakin on witness
This ain’t fo no beginner
That’s taking trip on my dinner
I’m just chillin, my nigga
I’m just coolin yo deed
Making workin
Look easy, but we still workin the big
Paint that picture so vivid
So you can see all the colors
Fuckin material shit
But neva let it become us
Givin dabs to my niggas
Hand outs to the lames
Might be able to see em
But you ain’t touching the planes