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letra de empty dreams - cypariss

[intro: skinny pimp]
pimp n-gga
breakin’ on a b-tch n-gga
drinking on some crown, clown
watch me whip a dirty hoe down
i was raised to dog ’em all
smack ’em up, jack ’em up
push ’em to the wall, dawg
fill they mouth up full of nut
f-ck ’em in the-
[verse: skinny pimp]
bunk bed or the f-cking toilet bowl
it really don’t matter to me ’cause she a g, won’t make your pockets swole
now i gotta dump that hoe, but she wanna stick me
with a f-ckin’ knife, b-tch, i’m strapped with an uzi
b-tches are dumber than motherf-cker steppin’ up to me with that sh-t
knowin’ that a player, ain’t barrin no b-tch
groupies on my f-cking d-ck, resthaven n-ggas, make me sick
once i got my ass in, some busters couldn’t even stand a playa
just because i’m on that other level i don’t need to hear
long as a n-gga got some b-tches by his side
that’s all a n-gga need, and a clean ass ride
see, if weren’t for the b-tches on the motherf-ckin’ track
a playa wouldn’t be stackin’, that’s why i’m ridin clean, b-tch

[break]
d-mn girl, you gotta good man
what’s your man name?
haven’t you heard, the skinny, skinny, skinny pimp
the rapper?
that’s him
that’s my man
b-tch, i can’t to motherf-ckin tell

[verse: skinny pimp]
skinny motherf-ckin’ pimp, talkin’ about a dirty tramp
like a n-gga supposed to, ’cause they know the sh-t is true
d-ck suckin’, i know they love it, ’cause they do it a whole lot
gossipin’ ass b-tch, always on a dope dealers jock
just because he slangin’ yay, got the freaky b-tch high cappin’
actin like she’s stuck up, knowin, she goin, that’s why lil pimpin’ jackin’
on that hoe, come to find out he’s a hoe
cause he be crying, everytime he do a crime
she be f-ckin’ all the time
[verse: skinny pimp]
the reason a n-gga that leave with quickness
he was sprung off the money he givin her
knife, b-tch, i’m strapped with an uzi
b-tches are dumber than-
the reason a n-gga that leave with quickness
he was sprung off the money he givin her
me, ’cause she a g, won’t make your pockets swole
now i gotta-
motherf-cker steppin’ up to me with that sh-t
knowin’ that a player, ain’t barrin no b-tch
groupies on my f-cking d-ck, resthaven n-ggas, make me sick
once i got my ass in, some busters couldn’t even stand a playa
just because i’m on that other level i don’t need to hear
long as a n-gga got some b-tches by his side
that’s all a n-gga need, and a clean ass ride
see, if weren’t for the b-tches on the motherf-ckin’ track
a playa wouldn’t be stackin’, that’s why i’m ridin clean, b-tch

- cypariss

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