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lofty305 – poetic pimpin’ lyrics

[verse 1: lofty305]
yuh, what y’all n+ggas know about that sh+t though?
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
lofty305, see
what ya n+ggas know, about this here?
p+ssy n+gga this pimpin’ end yo’ career
’cause a stupid ass b+tch, yeah she want my d+ck
don’t trust that b+tch, don’t trust that b+tch
i was with her, the other motherf+ckin’ day
smokin’, a j, she smoked on my beret
yeah that be my d+ck head, b+tch i keep yo’ b+tch fed
yeah i keep that b+tch fed with big d+ck big head
yeah, that is what she got, so she suck my d+ck a lot
you might be up on that reggie, but i smoke that crip a lot
yeah n+gga, what you got? metro zu, this what we bop
in this b+tch, all day it’s hot, b+tch take your shirt off or you pass out
bang, bang, bang, b+tch
pimp, sh+t, stupid hoe
aye, aye, get my money b+tch
go, go, go, go

[verse 2: poshtronaut]
yeah, stupid b+tch, what?
d+mn, that’s mr. b, okay
f+ck you b+tch
on my d+ck, she boppin’ be, suckin’ that sh+t sloppily
she think she do propеrly, no there ain’t no stoppin’ me
mr. b a dog, hoе, i f+ck you and all yo’ friends
yeah you know just how it go, f+ck you ’til the party end
lay you on yo’ back, yeah, yeah you likin’ that, yeah
don’t you know my d+ck, c+ck it back just like a strap
give yo’ b+tch a heart attack, make her p+ssy straight collapse
i ain’t talkin’ no drug addiction, make that sh+t relapse
and you know i’m eatin’ lobster, full+blown mobster
all you other n+ggas, y’all just straight+up imposters
eat you like you pasta, b+tch i sound like gucci mane
shut that sh+t up b+tch, let me just get in yo’ coochie, mane!
sh+t, yeah, i’m all up in yo’ p+ssy
uh, okay, all up in yo’ p+ssy
what the f+ck you wanna do? i bounce on it like mario
stupid b+tch you sorry hoe, yeah you know you sorry hoe
uh, yeah i flush you down the toilet
you nothin’ but sh+t, b+tch, flush you down the toilet
uh, yeah i’m dirty with this sh+t, yeah i’m dirty with this sh+t, 305 be the sh+t, aye, b+tch
[verse 3: ruben slikk]
n+gga, cut that b+tch off
if she out of pocket, you better cut the b+tch off
tell the hoe you mean business, b+tch give me my money
and i mean that sh+t
and i motherf+ckin’ mean that sh+t, dawg
i motherf+ckin’ mean that sh+t
if the hoe out of pocket (let me preach to y’all n+ggas, dawg)
let me preach to y’all n+ggas
see, about a b+tch, dawg, you gotta break her. you gotta make her somethin’ that she wanna be (make that b+tch sum’)
take that b+tch to ecstasy, dawg. when she wishes she gotta be addicted like a drug (like heroin)
except your soul, your pimpin’ gotta be heroin, n+gga, you gotta know you that raw (you gotta be that boy)
you gotta pimp them hoes, reach deep in a b+tch purse and let ’em know you mean business, mack these hoes
but dawg, one thing you gotta realize is, game recognize game, the way you recognize me
i am that, hashish form of game, that you wish to be
how do i+how do you figure that, you might ask?
’cause i f+cked your b+tch
i already f+cked your b+tch, she done sucked my d+ck
so just recognize game, and add more b+tches to my stable
you already know, ruben slikk and f+ckin’ stereo

[outro: ruben slikk]
i beat the p+ssy to the beat of the bongos
and as the drum goes and sways, from left to right
i beat that p+ssy until it’s, no longer tight and i ignite
the tip of the blunt and i, spite any b+tch with no money, no grip that i, might be able to grip
’cause b+tch, i need it
i told that b+tch to hit the f+ckin’ knees and suck my p+n+s when she brought me, a 50 dollar bill
i told her, lay down i’ll make that p+ssy squeal but have more the next time that we f+ck
b+tch came back next time with 20 bucks and i’m like, what the f+ck?
b+tch, you’re nasty
give me my cash and walk the right f+ck past me, you nasty+ass b+tch
i gotta have my stacks, pimpin’ hoes stone cold hard like that (ruben motherf+ckin’ slikk)
i go hard on a b+tch
i be mackin’ these hoes
yeah these b+tches ain’t sh+t, but if you is a seal

- lofty305 lyrics

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