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shawty pimp - stayin' true lyrics

[verse 1: lil west aka key fee]
well is that furr skinned n+gga, yeah, that n+gga named lil west
boomin on this boomin track, slangin’ nothin’ but the best
with that n+gga shawty pimp, walkin’ with the gangsta limp
pimpin’ hoes in ’94, yeah, that’s the way the sh+t go
the n+gga that charge the b+tches, knockin’ stitches
make ’em lose their bridges, london bridges fallin’ down
with my nine glock sound
the king of all kings, and the pimp of all pimps, you the b+tches of all b+tches
makin’ my pockets thick for riches, see, you done crossed me in the game
with that foolish gang+bang, who’s to blame?
i blame you mane, my four+five glock will put you to shame
another n+gga, on that othеr level, kickin’ lyrical pimpin’, b+tch
you got me f+ckеd up, if you think i’mma’ take all that bullsh+t
rata+tata, whoever i scatter, just to make my pimpin’ phatter
i’ts all about respect, f+ck all that cars and the fake
sh+t, i’m loadin’ up my tec, for all you n+ggas talkin’ sh+t
i’m finna’ go and make a hit, on your motherf+ckin’ clan
you punk+ass n+ggas, i just can’t stand, claimin’, aimin’, like you got clout
b+tch, you dont know, what this all about, is all about that money, mane
that white+man crack, still fryin’ your brain, this is your brain on drugs, n+gga
beat me to the punch here, how the f+ck you figure
man, i f+cked up [?] in the wrong place, k!ll you quick, without a trace
when i’m trough kickin’ pimpin, i’ts time to do a stang, n+gga
four+five glock, we gon’ k!ll ’em, my n+gga spade gon’ pull that trigger
shawty pimp, jump in the ride, gotta’ find some place to hide
ridin’ deep in the showdown left out n+ggas, that don’t know how to act
five n+ggas just got away, smoke the hay, livin’ day by day
ain’t barrin sh+t, i’m straight legit, me and my n+ggas never slacked up, b+tch
f+ck you, b+tch, and your whole d+mn crew
lil west is a n+gga, that’s stayin’ true
[verse 2: mc spade]
i got a ak+47 pointed at your motherf+ckin’ ass
try to treat me like a hoe, i got to shoot your ass, fast
all up in my face, about some scandalous funky+ass hoe
s+p+a+d+e, is finna’ let you motherf+ckers know
jockin’ ain’t to healthy, look my n+gga, you gon’ wind up dead
laid off in his b+tch, with two bullets in your f+ckin’ head
pimpin’ is what’s makin’ money up in 1994
b+tches make the clientele, motherf+cker you ain’t know
better ask somebody, busta, ‘cuz this sh+t right here is deep
last time i heard, you was somewhere suckin’ some n+ggas d+ck
mane, you ain’t too trill, if you walkin’ by the hoe
breakin’ b+tches is my business, gotta make some cash flow
better listen if you wanna learn, ‘cuz that sh+t is weak
if you wanna make some money, put your b+tches on the street
schoolin’ n+ggas on this pimpin,’ but i really thought you knew
mane, i pop it off my b+tches, ‘cuz a n+gga is stayin’ true

[verse 3: shawty pimp]
they call me shawty pimp, ‘cuz i’m the thrillest of the crew
she’s f+ckin’ one me, b+tch, when that old sh+t, be buckin’ you
you tell me, that you got it in your pocket
boy, you sick
you kissin’ on that b+tch
when all the time, she suckin’ d+ck
you jealous, ‘cuz i’m havin’
and you just can’t make no green
but n+ggas on the gank, i keep a loaded magazine
i never let my business get to high, i keep it low
‘cuz n+ggas talk about my business, everywhere i go
i claim that i’m a pimp, because these bustaz just ain’t true
you tryna’ pimp a b+tch, but really that hoe is pimpin’ you
you call her everyday, because you shoppin’ for that b+tch
you tell her that you lover her
when that b+tch just ain’t the sh+t
so, i’mma [?] six, ninety+nine straight to you
‘cuz we playaz on this funky+track
and always stayin’ true
[verse 4: fresh ld]
i’ts all about the money, i gotta’ make it
can’t be no fake, k!llin’ all these junkies
they hit they ladies
gotta’ make my cheese, off these b+tches
you know, i got ’em
that ass, i’m stabbin’, if i ain’t, im on the track, boomin’ some crack
i could not never, pass up a chance, just to romancin’
you n+ggas, you gettin’ jealous, all becacuse i’m handsome
altough, i might be high+profile, i keep a low+pro style
a little bit more [gone fed up?], i warm it up like a sweater
a money makin’, fly, smooth, honey go+getter
before i go, i would like to sent out a shouty
mc spade, shawty pimp, lil roy
peace, yo, i’m outie!

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