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letra de pimpin' ain't eazy - kodak black

[intro]
tired, they dead, flies everywhere
y’all know that, it’s lil kodak, ay, you play, you lay
ain’t no punk in me.. ain’t no punk in me but i be pulling out the strap
like i’m a dyk-, or something

[chorus]
i be pullin’ out straps on these f-ck n-gg-s
i go young m.a. on these dumb b-tches
like a dyk- man, you n-gg-s can’t f-ck with me
if a n-gg- says it’s up, then it’s stuck with me!
what’s the principle? pimpin’ ain’t easy
i’m invincible, n-gg-s can’t beat me
aye, what’s the principle? pimpin’ ain’t easy
i’m invincible, n-gg-s can’t beat me

[verse 1]
i was in the 8-5, me and pac hittin’ it
i been out 6 months, made 4 million
slide in the 6-4, windows tinted
n-gg- had to get low, them boys start hittin’
f-ck around, hit the lil’ hoe with no jimmy
if a n-gg- say go, better go k!ll him
said that lil’ zo can cut throat with no feelings
mama watch her lil’ boy turn into a menace
i don’t care, i go fed and get a life sentence
i want everybody dead, n-gg- no limit
i don’t shake n-gg-s hands, ’cause i ain’t friendly
when i pull up to the crib, have no panties
i been leanin’ to the right, like i’m on xannies
i been thuggin’ all my life, i ain’t romantic
when i whip out the .45, don’t panic
when i whip out the .45, don’t panic

[verse 2]
new ap, flood, water on my b-tt like a tub
i got my lil’ gun in the club, don’t worry about me, i’m a thug
you a k!ll a street n-gg-, get a dime
if you k!ll a rap n-gg-, get a dub
big chain on my neck, don’t budge
f-ckin’ dej loaf like a stud
i swapped out the mic for the gun
i swapped out the ice for the mud
i swapped out the spice for the bud
f-ckin’ on a dyk-, i’m in love
i’m f-ckin’ with a dyk-, she the one
kodak don’t show no remorse, i be automatic tryin’ get a n-gg- touched
kodak on tour, with his boys, say they got a whole gun store on the bus
missy elliott, come and s-x me
hoppin’ off a jet, to a check, to a jetski
i beatbox a n-gg- like the music
i’m thuggin’ in my reebok, i never need gucci
i don’t even see the confusion
i’m f-ckin’ young m.a., long as she got a coochie
say she got the strap and the toolie, say she put the crack in her booty

- kodak black

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