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the purist - pimp hand lyrics

pimp hard on a ho. yeah, spit bars on a ho. from the monte, to the ?
20 bricks in the muhf-ckin trunk, switch cars on a ho
i be jerkin? and thuggin under this cap 9. everybody in the city know
its my time. coupe thang waiting outside. you can bet its only forgies
when i ride. splinters in my hand from the wood grain
making h-lla money off the books mane, gotta quarter kilo in the kitchen
getting cooked mane, federales only thing that have a n-gga shook mane
laws wanna get a n-gga took mane. got em’ knockin on my door with a warrant
sayin can we have a look mane? h-ll naw muhf-cka, our choppas is poppin
blow out the wall muhf-cka. ak-47 point it at ya’ll muhf-ckas
i ain’t gon be shy bout it at all my brotha. bust the heat sh-t
duck the precinct, you trust yo freak b-tch, we all gon’ f-ck her, godd-mn
you shoulda known that i was on some bullsh-t when a n-gga first came in this b-tch, yeah
send that work up outta town i need a couple pounds of that freddie kane in this b-tch
insane in a b-tch. cocaine on the edge of a razor blade, growing money trees i was late for shade?
i got this sh-t up out the mud gettin major paid, and now im, getting head on the skyline
everybody in the city know its my time, coupe thang waitin outside
you can bet its only forgies when i ride]

yeah, you know what im sayin b-tch, like i was sayin a n-gga coming down
candy paint, on some robin o’neal sh-t b-tches was coming up to me like
“fred let me uh, let me sick your duck, i mean uh uh, suck your d-ck
you know what im sayin, why dont you stick this d-ck in me like a dog

and i bet you wanna hold on my name and on this b-tch
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