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