yella beezy - pimp c lyrics
[intro: yella beezy]
swear to god, all i be talkin’ ’bout a fact, n+gga
all facts, n+gga, swear to god
i ain’t lyin’ neither
on my mama, every time i talk (yeah), n+gga, just listen up, you know?
[verse 1: yella beezy]
ayy, that lil’ ho messy, you can’t tell her nothin’, on god, she gon’ spread the word
hey, lot of grammies like i’m tryna win awards, waitin’ on the first and third
got a lot of ‘bows and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout clothes, but he tryna get a shirt
ayy, young n+gga bustin’ pack after pack, i’m tryna get a ‘vert
hey, heard them n+ggas say they still tryna get me, well, i’m tryna get ’em murked
hey, i don’t take sh+t lightly when they talkin’ ’cause i’m ’bout get ’em first
b+tch say her n+gga gon’ rob me when he see me, you ’bout to get him hurt
hey, make me clap my hands, chopper make him dance, stomp, you ’bout to get him kirked
ayy, tell your homegirl leave me out her mouth, all in my d+ck business
i swear to god, you ain’t gotta say my name to get in that b+tch panties
if she wanna f+ck, she gon’ let you f+ck without sayin’ my name, pimpin’
chuckin’ salt, tryna throw me under the bus, n+gga, that ain’t pimpin’
i swear, it’s enough money for everybody, n+gga, you know i ain’t trippin’
i ain’t ever worried ’bout who a n+gga f+ckin’ or what he ain’t spendin’
the f+ck i’m frowned up ’cause another n+gga hustlin’? this ain’t no hatin’ business
i swear to god, i’m one heartless motherf+cker, n+gga, i don’t like feelings
affiliated with the kkk ’cause i do not like n+ggas
before you play with yella, say, you better reconsider, go play with your wife, n+gga
this 40 glock here a stud, i stay with a strap just like a dyk+, n+gga
hey, f+ck that lil’ b+tch from the back, she jumped in my lap ’cause she scared of heights, n+gga
ayy, all my young thugs some gunners, look like i’ma ski, all of this ice, n+gga
i’m f+ckin’ on his baby mama, she said i got meat for a lil’ bright n+gga
if i want the n+gga head, on god, he dead, don’t play with your life, n+gga
not givin’ a f+ck about hype, n+gga
you be beatin’ up b+tches, an ike n+gga
i be beatin’ up n+ggas, i fight n+ggas, huh, b+tch, act like you know
when you said it, you knew it was gon’ start a lot of sh+t, why you act like you slow?
ayy, i know a lot of n+ggas still make a living off that pot on that stove
six, four figures at the age of four
i shot my uncle, tec+9 in the floor
[chorus: yella beezy]
pimp c, real girls, get down on the floor
baby, grind on the floor
shootin’ dice, n+gga just won a dime on the floor
all money, n+gga, never mind on a ho
real player n+gga, never mindin’ a ho
you give money to a b+tch, i give mine to the store
money over b+tches, give mine to bros
swear to god, i’m never mindin’ you hoes
pimp c, real girls, get down on the floor
baby, grind on the floor
shootin’ dice, n+gga just won a dime on the floor
all money, n+gga, never mind on a ho
real player n+gga, never mindin’ a ho
you give money to a b+tch, i give mine to the store
money over b+tches, give mine to bros
swear to god, i’m never mindin’ you hoes
[verse 2: est gee]
n+gga act like he won’t, i’ma make him
i been runnin’ out of patience
times two watch cost a mercedes
what was he thinking, i wasn’t gon’ spank him?
n+ggas be playing crazy when they know that it’s dangerous
wood hot on the drakey
dumpin’ on him on the daily
none of ’em thumpers on safety
pin a n+gga to the pavement
kept it real with the fakest
he was knowin’ i’ma snake him
lot of bodies, cost a bracelet
lot of thoughts i be thinking
x hittin’, heart racing
get close enough to taste it
if you see me, i’ma bang it
i’ma shoot, f+ck thinking
servin’ court, back to arraignments
red zone, rich gangsters
meth+slingin’ gunslinger
[chorus: yella beezy]
pimp c, real girls, get down on the floor
baby, grind on the floor
shootin’ dice, n+gga just won a dime on the floor
all money, n+gga, never mind on a ho
real player n+gga, never mindin’ a ho
you give money to a b+tch, i give mine to the store
money over b+tches, give mine to bros
swear to god, i’m never mindin’ you hoes
pimp c, real girls, get down on the floor
baby, grind on the floor
shootin’ dice, n+gga just won a dime on the floor
all money, n+gga, never mind on a ho
real player n+gga, never mindin’ a ho
you give money to a b+tch, i give mine to the store
money over b+tches, give mine to bros
swear to god, i’m never mindin’ you hoes
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