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letra de which way - pimp tobi

[intro]
(lonis on this)

[chorus: pimp tobi & kookei]
big drac’ (big drac’), make a n-gga whip shake (baow, baow)
bro thought he seen the suckers, i’m like, “which way?” (where?)
they on the ‘net all day, but they won’t play
n-gga, you would do whatever that b-tch say (say)
ayy (what?), man, n-ggas better stop that (stop that)
any n-gga slide down gettin’ popped at (baow, baow, baow)
the opps too busy rappin’, them n-ggas still ain’t got back
why you think they call us headshot gang? ’cause we got hats
my new b-tch thick as h-ll, but she not fat
i like to show my ways off, i do not cap
i ain’t gon’ lie, i just talk about my life, i do not rap
it’s ironic how i never played tennis, but i got racks

[verse 1: pimp tobi]
like i’m playin’ tennis, b-tch, i got them racks on me
on the road, drivin’ slow with them packs on me
never lack, like a dyk-, keep a strap on me
n-gga try to slide down this block, he gon’ bap on me
he was shootin’ dice with his life and he cr-pped on it
slid down the wrong block and they clapped on him
in a jeep with two hundred on the dash on it
thousand dollar jeans, n-gga still droppin’ ash on ’em
[verse 2: kookei]
thousand dollar kicks, still’ll step on your lil’ head in ’em
we came for your life, not your chains, leave you dead in ’em
don’t be the example to show n-ggas we ain’t playin’ with ’em
i fell in love with that glock 27, i be layin’ with ’em
that chop pushed his ass up the street, you’d think a van hit him
folks will hit you for a body, i let my mans get ’em
my young dog ridin’ with three k’s, he got the klan with him
we got b-ttons on the back of our glocks, but we ain’t playin’ with ’em

- pimp tobi

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