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letra de dickies - pimp c

[intro: young jeezy]
yeah, already
two underground kings, one underground legend
i’ve been in my d-ckies, my black flags since day one
yeah, pimp where you at?

[hook: pimp c]
got my d-ckies on ho

[verse 1: pimp c]
uhhhhh, uhhhhh
i’m pimp c b-tch, got my d-ckies on ho
keep a chrome .44 and a bumper full of snow
got red d-ckies, white d-ckies, orange d-ckies too
and i even got the blue for when i represent for screw
n-gga, i been wearing khakis since before that sh-t was cool
f-cking with jon johnson wearing d-ckies to the school
with them hard heads packed a condomn, gangsta night
way before i had a record, i was rocking the mic
got a pocket full of stones n-gga
call me sweet jones n-gga
you girl love me, she can’t leave my d-ck alone n-gga
cause she a carnivore
take the leash off the b-tch cause she a real live wh0r-

[hook: pimp c]

[verse 2: bun b]
say man i’m fresh off the west side of 9th street soldier
i be up on my grind early morning, no folgers
no starbucks, n-gga no latte
need it for me, i hit up the streets and get it grande
hit the swap meet, i head up to the flea market
sw-ng the candy slab through and let ’em watch a g park it
i’m buying jordans or them thousand dollar i.d’s
and a fresh pair of d-ckies that’s how i be
i’m khaki’d up, i’m creased tight
with no cuffs, yeah that’s right
strapped in the back, not in the front
tec on the side, ’bout to smoke a blunt
so p-ss the strawberry philly bro
or the swisher sweet cigarillo really though
and fill it up with the sticky
make sure the ashes don’t fall on my d-ckies

[hook: pimp c]

[verse 3: young jeezy]
got my d-ckies on ho, got my tickets on b-tch
young fresh n-gga, hundred thousand dollar outfit
got a new one everyday, hundred dollars ain’t sh-t
made a hundred for the fit, left a hundred dollar tip
one time i lost a crip, tax in missisip
i’ll tell you ’bout it later, bet you n-ggas gon’ trip
ask me how i did it, i tell them clientele
now everybody hating on me, that why the h-ll he ain’t in jail
b-tch i ain’t in jail cause i’m a muhh’f-cking g
making dirty money so i put it in the clean
lights going on, baby way too many carats
watch keep blushing, got a young n-gga embarr-ssed
hate where you, no way you always sitting ferris (wheel)
look into the mirror, changes scare me
m.o.b that’s how the rich got rich
22-20 make a real n-gga snitch

[hook: pimp c]

[outro: young jeez]
got my d-ckies on!

- pimp c

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