letra de big pimpin 2.0 - drifaygo
hook
you know i thug him, play him, love him leave him
cause i don’t even’ need him
my drip is way to cold
he even asked me why its breezing
she be smoking on xans so i just call her
xanisha
i get the racks than go and pass the bag to keisha
he bought be me a big mac but was to broke to feed her?
he got the glocks upon his hip i thought it was twin sisters
he liked the fur coat i told him it was chinchilla
if we do blow up this year watch out for the 8 figures
omarion verse
ima hop out the 80
like jay z
y’all dude just mad y’all can’t play me
verse
send you up to sp-cе
bring it down with a toothpick
you ain’t up to date
cause drifaygo on the nеw things
ain’t married but i’m happy
cause i got 2 rings
please stay put my face
you really do need a breath mint
stay with the sriracha
cause you know i like hot wings
stay with the sriracha
cause you know i like hot wings
stacking up the lego
like i’m stacking with mosaics
mask upon my face
you would’ve thought i was a cat fish
pull up in a coupe pop out like a shark
chopping all you up put em all on a chart
smoking on gas smoking trees at the park
slurpe on my neck run it up noah’s arch
shoot up for the moon got the aim and the dart
the paint and the board i am a work of art
they know that i’m that wait did you do a fart
they know i’m all that you know i made the part
verse
slapped him in the face when i was doing the milly rock
pulled up in a coupe could not find a parking spot
run it up fast doing my lil bugs bunny walk
they be like h-llo when they see that your getting guap
cooking in the kitchen put the sauce ina the crock pot
cross the red light and they all be like stop stop
im writing all theese rhymes dont need a full stop(period)
like santana said i want all the money deluxe
hook
jay-z we big pimpin
ice on me they cleaning the dishes
i was hungry so i made some chicken
racks on my hip make me be limping
i always donate to mcmillan’s
you all are my dogs and some kittens
you all are my dogs and some kittens
drop on a opp like a pipette
castle like city of lincoln
flipping the paper charles d-ckens
not capping this is to non fiction
you know i thug him, play him, love him leave him
cause i don’t even’ need him
my drip is way to cold
he even asked me why its breezing
she be smoking on xans so i just call her
xanisha
i get the racks than go and pass the bag to keisha
he bought be me a big mac but was to broke to feed her?
he got the glocks upon his hip i thought it was twin sisters
he liked the fur coat i told him it was chinchilla
if we do blow up this year watch out for the 8 figures
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