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letra de don't test me - kingpin skinny pimp

[verse 1]
it ain’t no love for them b-tches, it ain’t no love to gangs
steppin’ on top pimpin’, i’m never slippin’
i’m just controllin’ your brain
i gotta make my cheese, got bosses
stealin’ k!llin’ at will real for the hustlers
see the life i live, caps must be peeled
cause the streets is filled with bustas
i’m runnin’ the lap wit the gat in my lap, cuz there’s money to makin’ these b-tches are breakin’
the n-ggas they dyin’ before they get grown
where half the time, these bullets will take they dome
so i sleep with the chrome, when i’m in that zone
or fry that light green, big blunts be blown
we livin’ up in a big mansion diggin’ on b-tches as my condom caught the nut, i use two, cuz we f-ckin’ on some p-ssy ho
cal. i brought, but i got it on safety
i’m ’bout to watch out for these b-tches
cause they quick to put a cl!ck, b-tch can’t fade this
skinny pimp my name, we stick up
we serving up b-tches on your curb, we hurting, murdering b-tches that cross out the family hoe ain’t nothing changed
this course is out for them hoes that wanna run the track
summarize this (?) b-tch and recognize a real mack

[hook] 2x
i’m true to the sh-t that i speak, don’t test me
i sweep the ground from your feet i don’t trust me
f-ck a straitjacket them fools put me in a straittrench
a psycho at large i’m not from earth i’m from mars b-tch

[verse 2]
players what you hitting for, i’m c-cking my pistol
they hits the floor
don’t look at me trick cuz i take your life
i’m steady tryin’ to make that cash flow
now gimme the dope then i run out the door
headin’ to my hoopie thang
i’m close to the liquor store, im fiending for tanqueray
so i falls in mane
cameras takin’ my mugshots
im c-cking my glock, then i point it, it pops
tanqueray, alize, hennessy, pressing it quick
before they -ss drop
skinny pimp in the trench coat baldheaded with a leather hat pimpin’ n robbin’ i might wanna jet then went to the hideout switchin’ my gats
smokin’ a sack to the bong, body numb from the fry stick
i sw-ng n bang thru the projects checkin’ my trap
my stable just breaking them tricks
poppin’ these cones with the crooked thangs
counterfeit money boy takin’ your yay
robbin his funny, i’ll spare your life
robbin’ is funny, but i still pray
them fools talkin’ ’bout they go touch me
they can’t touch me, i must touch them first
attach a bomb under the m-ffler, boom!
they family finna be rolling in a he-rs-
they can’t see me like three, time up
things like that, gotta roll wit the mafia
bullets lead, better duck, got life f-cked up, i’m so serious

[hook]
i’m true to the sh-t that i spit don’t test me
i sweep the ground from your feet i don’t trust me
f-ck a straight jacket them fools put me in a straight trench
a psycho at large i’m not from earth i’m from mars b-tch

[verse 3]
you see i’m comin’ out with this pimpin’ sh-t to
keep you n-ggas hip
the pimpin’ never dies haters got me loading a clip
better yet, i gotta watch my back
cuz some of these n-ggas jackin’
i make that paper
but now i prepared for a sucker
that start with the .45 bodyshaker
tossing up your block with the glock
they gon face satan, cus i don’t care
north memphis, once i heard them echoes
throw your sets in da air
here we go with the thrust it’s a must when we bust to f-ck you up
b-tch fall up off of us, buckshot sh-lls they spread on his face,fall on his back, his eyes was open, he dying, he crying, he tryna survive. i’m buckin n dumpin’ the gauge, the scope, i’m chunkin that b-tch
ain’t no evidence leavin’ no fingerprints
i got birds in my trunk, if you whoop me, i ain’t worried sh-tt
i chief to release pimpin in so many forms
pimpin’ gotta get about my hustlin’ day by day them wraps, i’m smokin’ one
i been woke since the day before yesterday
ho don’t make me mad
b-tch you’re p-ssy funky’ uh uh you better have some cash

- kingpin skinny pimp

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