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pimp c - fuck boy lyrics

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[intro: pimp c]
f-ck these f-ck -ss n-gg-s
these p-ssy -ss rap n-gg-s in the game
soon as they get a bit of money they think they one of us
they can suck my motherf-ckin’ d-ck
n-gg- be talkin bout he trill
his n-gg- over here trill
you a b-tch -ss n-gg-
motherf-ckers always talkin’ bout how much money they got
them n-gg-s can’t even go in the ghetto they be rappin’ on the records about
cause they a f-ck boy
p-ssy -ss n-gg-s always saying they gon’ do somethin’ in the hood
n-gg-, if we wanted to hit you, we could’ve hit you

[verse 1: pimp c]
four in the morn, smokin’ dank
sippin on endo, thinkin’ ’bout my bank
i’m rackin’ in them big noses, bout to win
and they bout to break me off a gang of m’s
cause all the n-gg-s that got the milage
they don’t get out the bed bout them dollars
for dollars, they f-ck over they homeboys
you think they’ll hit you up, but you a f-ck boy

[chorus: pimp c]
f-ck boy, n-gg-, you work for them folks
like to pay for the p-ssy, and a gang of hoes
n-gg- always on the mic about packin’ the gun
but when the sh-t pop off, he be the first to run

[verse 2: pimp c]
i’m a n-gg-, but i do some adding and subtracting
where the f-ck was motherf-cking jesse jackson?
pimp c, tryna see them white folks
while young n-gg-s was getting f-cked in they -ss and throat
by these motherf-ckin’ dirty -ss tight folks
a few n-gg-s, but most of you is white folks
step out of line, just might get hit with the toy
but if they do, i’m still sure they some f-ck boys

[chorus: pimp c]
f-ck boy, n-gg-, you work for them folks
like to pay for the p-ssy, and a gang of hoes
n-gg- always on the mic about packin’ the gun
but when the sh-t pop off, he be the first to run

[verse 3: too short]
you can run, but you still get touched, boy
you nothing but a p-ssy, that’s why they call you f-ck boy
it ain’t s-x, i ain’t tryna say you f-cked a f-g
you ain’t g-y, but you still take it up the -ss
you claim to be real, but you not
you pulled out your gat, but you still got shot
you too scared to be a gangsta, you’ll never be a playa
you ain’t spit no game, n-gg-, all you did was play
when she dumped you, you said it didn’t hurt
she ain’t nothing but a hoe, but your pimpin’ didn’t work
they put you in a sell, you tell them everything you know
you’s a b-tch, you scary jealous -ss hoe

[chorus: pimp c]
f-ck boy, n-gg-, you work for them folks
like to pay for the p-ssy, and a gang of hoes
n-gg- always on the mic about packin’ the gun
but when the sh-t pop off, he be the first to run

[outro: pimp c]
hold up
dedicated to all you stupid -ss n-gg-s
eat a sick d-ck and die, n-gg-
p-ssy -ss n-gg-s around you with them guns ain’t gon save you either
cause when a niga wanna hit you, it’s easy to hit you
cause you a f-ck boy
and f-ck boys follo f-ck n-gg-s
so if you a fighting -ss n-gg-
and you done sold dope but still talk to the feds
you a f-ck boy too
go put a d-ck in your mouth
talkin’ ’bout who you gon; slap
not us, n-gg-
get your brains blown out on your motherf-ckin’ dashboard

- pimp c lyrics

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