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pimpton - outta style lyrics

[chorus]
i been trappin out these verses like it’s going outta style
keep a pom pom full of k!lla like it’s going outta style
this hoe say she wanna suck me like it’s going outta style
living life i can’t get comfy like it’s going outta style

[refrain]
so don’t play with me
you know that i stay pippy
long stock pimpin
when i spit, make that hoe break fifty
i just get the bag and chuck the duce up like a late hippy
blowing f1, i’m off the gas
b+tch you can’t race with me

[verse]
yea i grow my own quads(k!lla)
even when i pray to god i’m still my own god (k!lla)
rise up early with the sun cause i’m my own star (k!lla)
all this charisma keep her wetter than a coast guard (k!lla)
so if that ass fat, bet i stamp that likе a postcard (k!lla)
yea i was woppin across the country with the coast gods
i usеd to ride that number 1 just like a ghost car
yea big herglotti riding shotgun, that’s my co+star
we flood the town, had custies sinking like a boat
oowee, yea this that k!lla you could o.d. off a toke
two gs, man if i out this blunt you’ll find that in my roach
two ps, stuffed in that carry+on, we smoking out the coach
big p, come through your stereo then let them speaker blow
[chorus]
i been trappin out these verses like it’s going outta style
keep a pom pom full of k!lla like it’s going outta style
this hoe say she wanna suck me like it’s going outta style
living life i can’t get comfy like it’s going outta style

[verse]
ah aw nah you can’t race with me
i just touch gas n pew, david blizzy
do what the f+ck i wanna do, you can’t lamp wit me
stay on my hater’s necks, like a rank hickey
she said oh d+ckery dock, she want me to d+ck her down
said i want that tippity top, she say she going down
make time sloppity slop whenever i finish making rounds
word to biggie, if the head right i’ll be there er’y night
er’y night, every night, if the head right i’ll be there, ery night
less i say go, that hoe gon keep that p+ssy airtight
naw i don’t play with it, chop my spinach and feed her bare pipe

- pimpton lyrics

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