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kingpin skinny pimp - good to go lyrics

[intro]
early one sunday morning
swisha blunts was on the table
but there wasn’t no time to chief
i gotta make some cheese
i gotta commit a robbery

[verse 1]
it’s full moon, i reach into my draws and grip my jason mask
sweat pourin’ from my face, d-mn i need some money bad
jumped into my 5.0 ballin’ as i smoke and choke
i’m finna to meet this n-gg- and lil bro where he keep his dope
think he finna serve me, sh-t i plan to lay him down
matter a fact come to find out, man, i been scopin’ him out for about 2 or 3 years now
so i scheme mean cause they bring me the scr-p
talkin’ ’bout we k!ll folk but that n-gg- won’t even not front me a slab
b-tch! i got him tied to the f-cking tree
soaked him down in gasoline just in case he don’t agree with me
the keys i put ’em in a safe spot
i left that b-tch ablaze then i ghost with the top drop
leavin’ no f-cking evidence, they mad as h-ll
know i be coppin’ and cappin’ and countin’ man, s.p. come up in the world we dwell
i’m just a hangin’, constantly i’m slanging
on these shady b-tches even though you know we sweet stangin’

[hook]
you know we sweet stangin’
place that gat to the dome – sweet stangin’
wow, wow, wow – i’m doin’ it right now
sometimes it’s sad, so funny
but no one will turn my life to the grou-grou-ground

[verse 2]
now back up in the hood it was all safe to hangout
until them snitchin’ police b-tches started to runnin’ they f-cking mouth
just to knock some time off that’s -ss wack as h-ll
now the dea sh-t got me locked up in a jail cell
the only n-gg- that was down with me up in this tank
the almighty god and my motherf-cking shank
i stayed writin’ raps and i stayed on a plan
my object to my strive was to get my -ss back in
many n-gg-s tried me just to see was i a hoe
i smacked and shanked and janked them b-tches with a sock and a soap
worried about my b-tch? h-ll naw, she ain’t left the crib
she can f-ck off, all she want to she’ll get pimpin outta here
got right back up on the streets i changed my life by going to church
i’m working at, i think to myself this sh-t ain’t gonna work
cause i’m tired of n-gg-s rollin’ clean as they splurge
i got my gat again got my mask get yo -ss on the curb

[beat break/samples]

[verse 3]
the message that i’m tryna get across to you bustas
robbers will scare the sh-t out of you just like a monster
i was robbed long time ago by this amateur
he layed me under the light pole
he took my shoes and my coat
it was so d-mn petty but that d-mn fool just don’t know i know
who he is, i still see his -ss when he chill
playin’ with a playa’s life the worst thing you could ever do
you could cut your hair and grow a beard but i still know it’s you
just like a b-tch, like a hoe, meanin’ that’s your f-cking type
if i ever rob a n-gg- it’s gotta be worth his f-cking life
f-ckin’ up my hustle, f-ckin’ up my game
come to find out he didn’t have bullets in that chrome thang
jumpin’ down till it’s on like gangstas don’t go out like that
robbin’ with no hollow points like robbin’ with a baseball bat
i never forget a f-cking face of a n-gg-, i stuck up that n-gg-
he squashin’ that sh-t like we cool but until [?]

[hook]
we sweet stangin’
we live in these times
sometimes it’s sad, so funny
but no one will gonna get your -ss blowed off like i-i-i

- kingpin skinny pimp lyrics

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