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ft twista k young crooked i – fuck u pay me (ft. twista & k-young) – crooked i lyrics

black diamonds,
black mink in the black cadillac
see how i pull up and the b-tch’ll come out like i don’t
don’t you want to get up under a pimp of magnificent lyricism
bad b-tches with rhythm
when the women come to making their money, they only doing sh-t to benefit em
all of the tricks be happy when they get up with ‘im
on top of the world after doing business with ‘im
hardly gone, a feminine up in em
it’ll have em moving so as if they got the ventilator venom
and it’s sicker to get em in trouble
in the bubble, i only want to see em rolling up the kush
and all of my b-tches is thick
if you do not believe me, then just take a look
they spending their money cause i got the ho and she look too fly on the track
straight pimping like bishop cause crooked to twista is like superfly and the mack
and i know you think i’m bogus cause i’m telling these b-tches
to go on and peel back they purses
for me talking about the way i pimp these verses
tell them f-ck you, pay me
no matter how much green i have, b-tch
i’ll never fill your bank account
b-tch, my d-ck is better than your p-ssy
uh oh, here we go
c-r-double o, i’m bout to pimp me a ho
my deadbeat pops had pimping in his genes
the only thing he gave me since a embryo

now i’m bout to put her in a video
d-boys give her them rubber band stacks
now i got dirty money like diddy, though
i’m a b-tterfinger burglar, mayne
i’mma drop that jewel
let me explain, i’mma fill your brain with game
but if you come lame, girl, we not that cool
i’mma lean my top hat and pop that tool
get my guap back, you’ll
know that i’m that dude from a top mack school
and a block that rule — read my tattoo
that’s c.o.b., it mean cash over b-tches
crip or blood, conducting organized business
circle of bosses, cartel of ballers
cussing out broads and we crossing over bridges
help a n-gg- get rich and richer
do you get the picture?
when the pimping hits ya i
clock game from mister twista
he taught me how to rock like twisted sister
i put her on the block til she get some blisters
i put her on the map til the vixen b-tches fly
put her on her trap like she’s spitting a written to the rhythm with mister i
the pimp game’s so ominous
and you know dominick’s not synonymous with monogamous
nah, it ain’t misogynist
it’s a metaphor to tell you that hip-hop is my bottom b-tch

- ft twista k young crooked i lyrics

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