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jimmy wopo - big pimpin' lyrics

[intro]
i’m big pimpin’ right now n-gg-
i’m big pimpin’ right now, where that lean at? where that lean at? p-ss, me that lean?
it’s woponese, you know what that mean, what i mean, big pimpin’ n-gg-
listen to me n-gg-
listen to me
hear me out

[verse 1]

one, thirteen, nine-seven when they made a legend
oh sh-t he got that chopper, its a one eighty seven
about to blow up on that opps, since the nine eleven
and i’m always on my grind, in the line for seconds
b-tch i do the crime because my lawyer aggressive
oh and these turned your livers into simple possessions
ten racks on some straps just for extra protection
level six on my chest sh-t i gotta invest in ’em
cause i done torch n-gg-s down when they toting they weapon
pull, pull up on a n-gg-, i ain’t ask him no questions
he get a rep from the tec about some sh-t he was repping
catch him in a lobby trying to get to the exit
walk up on a n-gg- and i ask for directions
soon as he looked to left, hit his -ss with the fn
give me the price if it’s right, then his life i’m finessing
speaking of finessing i finessed the connection
because he was coming through collecting but i wasn’t progressing
i watch my daughter with the carbon, say i’m overprotective
cruising down elm street with my ar-15
no you don’t want jimmy wop to pop up in your dream
i’m a f-cking grave digger and a codeine fiend
i got the sack on these b-tches counting mean joe green
drop kick from the chick, b-tch don’t step in in the ring
smiles goofy like he six but a vet with the beam
b-boolin in the jets got a tec with the string
i’ll leave that -ss red bull, you gonna definitely get wings
i’m on your head, on that bread like some sesame seeds
rip jd and n-gg- free ja weez
you can’t bob and weave these 223’s
swear money mayweather couldn’t even box these
they kick and flip, n-gg- these jet li’s
i let ’em fly like b-tterfly, sting like bees
i got a mission and [?] feeding grandma b
she wanna do it off the percs, told me bring lgs
they saying wop about to blow, n-gg- who you gonna feed?
n-gg- my momma and my daughter and my boy taylor [?]
but wait, n-gg- hold that, imma f-ck the whole trap
whole lane boys n-gg- imma flood the whole rack
new n-gg-s whack they ain’t hotter than my old raps
n-gg-s think they doing something busting on my old snaps
f-cking all my old hoes, toting all my old straps
imma have a couple mill still pimpin’ shootin’ cr-ps
player i ain’t preaching to you, n-gg- i’m just stating facts
you ain’t got that paperwork then you can’t say he a rat
i remember way back, eating hot and cold packs
used to hit the corner store, steal chips and fruit snacks
be the same n-gg- from the clubhouse, turn mickey mouse
soon as i see a square round, i just kick him out
everywhere i go i got a n-gg- with that chickie out
treetop piru n-gg- check my f-cking body count

[outro]

lane, lane
(treetop piru n-gg- check my f-cking body count)
big pimpin’
(big pimpin’ right now)
woponese
pimpin right now
(bullet in my cup and another in my gun)

- jimmy wopo lyrics

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