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letra de poetic pimpin' - lofty305

[verse 1: lofty305]
yuh, what y’all n-ggas know about that sh-t though?
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
lofty305, see
what ya n-ggas know, about this here?
p-ssy n-gga this pimpin’ end yo’ career
’cause a stupid ass b-tch, yeah she want my d-ck
don’t trust that b-tch, don’t trust that b-tch
i was with her, the other motherf-ckin’ day
smokin’, a j, she smoked on my beret
yeah that be my d-ck head, b-tch i keep yo’ b-tch fed
yeah i keep that b-tch fed with big d-ck big head
yeah, that is what she got, so she suck my d-ck a lot
you might be up on that reggie, but i smoke that crip a lot
yeah n-gga, what you got? metro zu, this what we bop
in this b-tch, all day it’s hot, b-tch take your shirt off or you pass out
bang, bang, bang, b-tch
pimp, sh-t, stupid hoe
aye, aye, get my money b-tch
go, go, go, go

[verse 2: poshtronaut]
yeah, stupid b-tch, what?
d-mn, that’s mr. b, okay
f-ck you b-tch
on my d-ck, she boppin’ be, suckin’ that sh-t sloppily
she think she do propеrly, no there ain’t no stoppin’ me
mr. b a dog, hoе, i f-ck you and all yo’ friends
yeah you know just how it go, f-ck you ’til the party end
lay you on yo’ back, yeah, yeah you likin’ that, yeah
don’t you know my d-ck, c-ck it back just like a strap
give yo’ b-tch a heart attack, make her p-ssy straight collapse
i ain’t talkin’ no drug addiction, make that sh-t relapse
and you know i’m eatin’ lobster, full-blown mobster
all you other n-ggas, y’all just straight-up imposters
eat you like you pasta, b-tch i sound like gucci mane
shut that sh-t up b-tch, let me just get in yo’ coochie, mane!
sh-t, yeah, i’m all up in yo’ p-ssy
uh, okay, all up in yo’ p-ssy
what the f-ck you wanna do? i bounce on it like mario
stupid b-tch you sorry hoe, yeah you know you sorry hoe
uh, yeah i flush you down the toilet
you nothin’ but sh-t, b-tch, flush you down the toilet
uh, yeah i’m dirty with this sh-t, yeah i’m dirty with this sh-t, 305 be the sh-t, aye, b-tch
[verse 3: ruben slikk]
n-gga, cut that b-tch off
if she out of pocket, you better cut the b-tch off
tell the hoe you mean business, b-tch give me my money
and i mean that sh-t
and i motherf-ckin’ mean that sh-t, dawg
i motherf-ckin’ mean that sh-t
if the hoe out of pocket (let me preach to y’all n-ggas, dawg)
let me preach to y’all n-ggas
see, about a b-tch, dawg, you gotta break her. you gotta make her somethin’ that she wanna be (make that b-tch sum’)
take that b-tch to ecstasy, dawg. when she wishes she gotta be addicted like a drug (like heroin)
except your soul, your pimpin’ gotta be heroin, n-gga, you gotta know you that raw (you gotta be that boy)
you gotta pimp them hoes, reach deep in a b-tch purse and let ’em know you mean business, mack these hoes
but dawg, one thing you gotta realize is, game recognize game, the way you recognize me
i am that, hashish form of game, that you wish to be
how do i-how do you figure that, you might ask?
’cause i f-cked your b-tch
i already f-cked your b-tch, she done sucked my d-ck
so just recognize game, and add more b-tches to my stable
you already know, ruben slikk and f-ckin’ stereo

[outro: ruben slikk]
i beat the p-ssy to the beat of the bongos
and as the drum goes and sways, from left to right
i beat that p-ssy until it’s, no longer tight and i ignite
the tip of the blunt and i, spite any b-tch with no money, no grip that i, might be able to grip
’cause b-tch, i need it
i told that b-tch to hit the f-ckin’ knees and suck my p-n-s when she brought me, a 50 dollar bill
i told her, lay down i’ll make that p-ssy squeal but have more the next time that we f-ck
b-tch came back next time with 20 bucks and i’m like, what the f-ck?
b-tch, you’re nasty
give me my cash and walk the right f-ck past me, you nasty-ass b-tch
i gotta have my stacks, pimpin’ hoes stone cold hard like that (ruben motherf-ckin’ slikk)
i go hard on a b-tch
i be mackin’ these hoes
yeah these b-tches ain’t sh-t, but if you is a seal

- lofty305

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