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roc marciano - pimps don't wear rabbits lyrics

(intro)
you be careful now
(is that rabbit?)
pimps don’t wear rabbit, hoe, you know this is real mink right here
yeah baby you wanna feel it?
you wanna feel it huh?
alright baby, you be careful out here
pimp don’t wear nothing fake, real pimps though

(verse)
you ain’t got pop a ecstasy pill to feel the s+x appeal
the legacy was built on this very hill
you couldn’t have put it on stills, it’d tilt
and if you k!lled, pimp juice spilled
my wombs ain’t ill
i got bruises still, this is therapeutic h+ll
always gotta ride with a pistol
n+ggas got issues with mental health
mcs hating us need to hang it up
we all got our hang+ups
but b+tch you better not hang my stuff on the wire hanger
my diamond chain is a climatе changer
i’m playing with weather
i got thе (…) machine in my dresser, i made it winter
i made the tectonic plate shift
break your dishes, shake the kitchen
sh+t was like a 8 on the richter, made you a beggar
wake up the baby and the baby+sitter
you still feel the trembles, pillars trembling
i did all this in the gym dribbling
i wasn’t deliberate
i just walked on water, you all witness
(bridge)
you be careful now
i’ll be here, to dry your tears
i just walked on water, you all
you ain’t got to cry my dear
you hiding out there, we will find out where

(verse 2)
whipping white, twist the swiss knife in your kid’s rib side
give you wings to kiss the sky
everyone on the ship died and got caught in the riptide
your body drift down the riverside
my n+ggas are grabbing a stick and slide
down the strip like a slipper slide
platinum rollie on the fist, we on a different time
for mine (…) like clementine
five big cuban links on the kid intertwined, i’m in a bind
diamond bracelets, we’re not slaves, my wrists are tied
like we inside, this is flyness amplified
n+ggas is pie, you won’t squish a fly
i’m not a french frie on the lunch line
i watch the fiends smoke a dime out the (…) country time
every rhyme i write is b+tter bet we’re not talking country cr+p
the product came from a colombian guy
the money’s washed
(outro)
i’ll be here to dry your tears
you ain’t got to cry my dear
(you be careful now)
you hide out there, but we’ll find out where
we’re gone let it (…)

- roc marciano lyrics

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