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letra de don't fuck with me - kingpin skinny pimp

[intro: kingpin skinny pimp]
outlaw records, too motherf-ckin’ thick
rough ass n-ggas that’ll smoke a punk b-tch
mustard ass busters; better catch up with your kind
stick up hoes; you’ll get your left eye swole
pimpin’ ain’t dead, pimpin’ won’t die
and if a ho think it is, that’s a motherf-ckin’ lie
n-ggas and b-tches, it’s the skinny godfather
better known as the pimp and the robber
project hoes give me the check
like brian flower said, “work all b-tches”
and on the corner it ain’t none else to do
but f-ck the dumb sh-t
here’s the mothеrf-ckin’ 2

[verse 1: 211]
mane, the n-gga gotta get it on, pullin’ up thе tone
slug to the dome, from my .45 chrome, n-gga
it bee’s like that, when you n-ggas high cappin’
now the bullets throw, for you n-ggas takin’ naps and
i send a clip full of hollow points from the glock
you think i’m bullsh-ttin’? on your head’s a infrared dot
what the f-ck you gotta say now, fool? i’m cl!cked up
backyard n-ggas are we, and packin’ nines, so, what’s up?
then i pull the trigger with the f-ckin’ blast, bustin’ sh-lls
pumpin’ 12-gauge slugs, in that b-tch-ass
me drop the bomb, creep up, me come (bop)
me stab the b-tch, so hoes, come and get some
you gets none, without a gun
ain’t sh-t doin’ sh-t, what you you thought this is?
so, n-gga, break and run, and get your boys, n-gga
come how you wanna, g
i’m comin’ strapped, b-tch, don’t f-ck with me
[chorus: kingpin skinny pimp, tony montana & 211]
don’t-don’t-don’t f-ck with me
outlaw records, too motherf-ckin’ thick
rough ass n-ggas that’ll smoke a b-tch
(don’t f-ck with me)
you say you can swim, then let a n-gga see
backstroke in your blood, six feet deep
(don’t f-ck with me)
now, don’t try to run when the twelve is c-cked
cross me once then the sh-t ain’t squashed
(don’t f-ck with me)
you pistol players, don’t you pistol playin’ me
i catch your ass slippin’ in the streets
(don’t f-ck with me)
and now, the skinny n-gga

[verse 2: kingpin skinny pimp]
f-ck that sh-t, slap a punk b-tch, skinny finna’ cl!ck
[?] the a-k [?], when i [?] a trick
with them head cutters, motherf-ckers test the skinny pimp and im’ma get up out my hog k!llin’; i ain’t bullsh-tiin’
rat-tat-tat-tat, bizz-ack full of , dope on the track, where they at? n-gga gimisum
[?] a b-tch, 2 got the brotha [?]
bust a f-ckin’ cap, in ya face for the yay’, for the pre-k
set, its a bomb threat, and a bank, finna’ gank, let a ho, pistol panic, [?], bet she stay, [?], my n-ggas lookin’ scary, but they’d rather burn in h-ll, ’cause they freezin’ n-ggas in the morguary
, i’m poppin’ the clip in the tec

’cause if you wanna go to war, b-tch, bring some f-ckin’ army men

[chorus: kingpin skinny pimp & tony montana]
outlaw records, too motherf-ckin’ thick
rough ass n-ggas that’ll smoke a b-tch
(don’t f-ck with me)
you say you can swim, then let a n-gga see
backstroke in your blood, six feet deep
(don’t f-ck with me)
so long now, f-ck you
(don’t f-ck with me)

[outro]

- kingpin skinny pimp

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