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letra de niggas coming clean - lady bee (usa)

[intro: kingpin skinny pimp]
ah, yeah, the skinny motherf-cker most definetly up in this b-tch
i got my n-gga lil gin up in here drinkin’ on a pint of that sh-t, you know’m sayin’?
we just finna get f-cked up off this sh-t
while lady bee gon’ drop some of this hard ass sh-t on your motherf-ckin’ ass
it gon’ be some like this right here, b-tch

[verse 1: lady bee]
l-a-d-y, b mean baleful, b-tch, that mean i’m stackin’, mane
i’m tryna let the hoes in the hood know, i guess they love bein’ broke
if i have to get my pimp here to smack a n-gga to get my m
b-tch you best to believe, i’ma recеive, what i want from him
i don’t need no n-gga, look here, b-tch, i got my own, so
put somе in a punk ass n-gga drink, walk out with his clothes
hollywood, north memphis, b-tch
dangerous street, sanders street
down with b, lady bee, lettin’ you n-ggas know i’m thick
haulin’ in my iroq with the top dropped, kickin’ hard
n-ggas rollin’, showin’ they dissent lexus down my boulevard

[chorus: kingpin skinny pimp, homicide? & dj zirk]

i make the hoes pay me

[verse 2: lady bee]
all you jealous hoes that talkin’ about a b-tch, you f-ckin’ with n-ggas that [?]
and talkin’ about another ho, but yo, this ho’s a pimp
blast your ass if you voilate, ’cause talk is cheap
i’m tryna have fun, you constantly sayin’
somethin’ that’s f-ckin’ with me
on the street smile in my face, behind my back you stick your sh-t
you need a junt for youngin’ and wreckless, you lil’ project b-tch
i thought you knew this sh-t is thick, b-tch, pimp sh-t, no joke
i got ki’s stacled but ho, i never like sold no dope
intelligence since seventeen, i was on my own
but now i’m thirty, b-tch, and dirty, b-tch
i keep a restless tone for you lames, meanin’ n-ggas too
lady bee be strapped, fool, make some, shake some, what you wanna do?
tellin’ me ’bout my b-tch, ’bout my nig, hold you up
it ain’t my fault you can’t get the p-ssy f-ckin’ soft, you duck
who need a lover? just make sure he got rubber
’cause lady bee the pimp and cone on these motherf-ckers

[chorus: kingpin skinny pimp, homicide? & dj zirk]

i make the hoes pay me

[verse 3: lady bee]
n-ggas comin’ clean, actin’ like they got the money, sh-t
i can tell, you be bail, white folk got your sh-t for sale
reeled up, you thinkin’ that i’ma choose up, you can’t afford me, b-tch
just because you eat at applebee’s don’t make your punk-ass rich
project hoes they’ll go for you, these n-ggas full of fake
smile, candid camera project b-tch, your ass on tape
[?] down the neighborhood, you suckin’ on the thermometer
‘posed to be your boyfriend, now his friends wanna holler at you
f-ckin’ with these dopeboys when they ain’t about sh-t
all they gonna do is get locked up and write you letters, b-tch
when they get out of jail, them n-ggas always breakin’ bad
got you check [?] ’cause you so afraid that d-ck done [?] your ass
that’s why i put a charge to these n-ggas, they ain’t got it like that
i can’t even holler, see you later, make my pockets fat
kickin’ by a chevy with the hammers and the vogues
then hit me with a l!ck, now that’s the way they treat us hoes

[chorus: kingpin skinny pimp, homicide? & dj zirk]

i make the hoes pay me

[verse 4: kingpin skinny pimp]
comin’ up be hard, when you livin’ off a hustle
you pimpin’, gankin’, slangin’ dope, is all about that struggle
i’m smokin’ on some skunk as i splurge in my clean sh-t
bumpin’ willie hutch, slangin’ drugs, b-tch, my pockets thick
meanin’ that i’m straight, slice the cake then distribute it
sweat the track, drownin’ down in yak, servin’ junkies crack
[? hangin’ all paranoid ’cause the windows tinted [?]
don’t try culture boomin’, got me spooked plus nervous inquisit ? ]
strap for my trap, n-ggas saw me but i got ’em here
in my dopehouse hold the strap on near they mouth, tied to the chair, that’s the way we do it, fool, i’m from the n-o-r-t-h
n-ggas they runnin’ they mouth, they gettin’ popped through the one they love to hate
pimpin’ b-tches up, i’m rollin’ clean, big link on my neck
twinkle up the grill, chill, steal, i’m the bonie mack
droppin’ on a plane, for them thangs, ’cause they chief with you
come back makin cheese, quarter ki’s
i’m still robbin’, fool, talkin’ ’bout

[chorus: kingpin skinny pimp, homicide & dj zirk]

i make the hoes pay me

- lady bee usa

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