Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All The Way (Pimp Hop), artist - Statik Selektah. Album song What Goes Around, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duck Down, Showoff
Song language: English
All The Way (Pimp Hop) |
If you gon' go, darling, go all the way |
I wanna see |
Listen, baby |
If you gon' go, darling, go all the way |
I just wanna see, baby |
Step right in, come on down see you’s a bad girl |
And I’mma put you on your knees then your back girl |
I burn you out, I flip you out, I turn you out |
And show you 'bout some freaky shit that you ain’t never knew about |
Yes sir, you know I heard all about you |
I’m here to re-route you, need to see what that mouth do |
Virgin-a-listic, imperialistic |
I got a t-shirt full of your lipstick |
Go down, boo, go ahead and kiss it |
I’m about to explode don’t you miss it |
A whole mouth full, don’t be scared and don’t be bashful |
One more question that I must ask you |
Do you like or love it when I smash you? |
Bring your girlfriends cause you have to |
Now go away and get it, now bring it right back, boo |
Go |
Platform Persians, Panamera swervin' |
See a fly bitch, had a Porsche, U-turnin' |
Dropping off, picking off, baby, get my digits up |
Buy her a Birkin now maybe you can visit her |
About to finish her, you fucking free her |
I pick her up, switch her to a Benz from a Kia |
And I don’t need her, I put money before divas |
That’s how I’m rocking fur, somebody run tell PETA |
Who cares? |
New Airs, Louie loafs for the public |
What I rap about I really got, look and judge it |
I’m like the Jim Morrison without the chorus in |
Type of cat to drink til I black, wake up and pour again |
It’s war again, Benz 550's what we touring in |
If you gon' go then hit the and pour it in |
It ain’t a chore again, it should be natural |
Factual, it’s like if your money slow, I slap you, ho |
I’m pimping without the limp, what’s the pasta without the shrimp? |
What’s the chopper without the inf, never pop up without my mink |
It’s waist lift, most y’all niggas is straight simps |
And I don’t deal with change unless it’s gon' make sense |
I’m finessing this grey Bent and I ain’t gotta drive it |
A million in wardrobe and I ain’t got a closet |
And we flying private, first class even |
Thirst cash season, first class heathens |
I’m a violent pimp, I slap til my palm hurt |
All you see is some blood, a track and a Converse |
A long hearse if you skimming of the top |
I’m big pimping like Hov with women on the yacht |
Ten linen on the, rims spinning on the drop |
A hundred on the band, hand spinning on the watch |
Clam dinners on the spot, Castellano |
Mano e mano, take ten paces, let off a hollow |