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letra de tip the waiter - pimpton

[intro]
uh…yeah/
it’s pimp/
cje gorilla clan 306/

[bridge ]

i’m yellin f-ck you, to all my haters/
….and peace to my creator/
the world kept turnin, so i turn turned the tables, amen/
let me tip the waiter/
then it’s f-ck you to all my haters/
ain’t it funny how it all changes/
the world kept turnin, so i turn turned the tables, amen/
hold up let me tip the waiter/

[hook]
and this one going out to all my n-ggas who been up f-kin wit me, since day one/
we bustin out the cages/
yea this one going out to all my n-ggas who been up f-kin wit me, since day one/
yea i love you, love you baby/

[verse 1] (pimpton)
yea this one, goes out, to all my n-ggas n-ggas n-ggas/
said this one goes out to all my n-ggas n-ggas, baby/
and this one, goes out, to all the pretty pretty ladies/
been stayed workin graveyards, just to st–ze out on the daily/
this grind go overtime, n-ggas like us who built the pyramids/
my n-ggas hug the block, can’t see they eyes behind their fitteds/
the haters break they necks when i ride by, they see me whippin/
they speculate my movements, tryna find out how i get it/
god it’s a pity, when them people don’t make use of what they given/
you never see these ends, less you was here from the beginning/
all i know is f-ck a hoe and love my neighbour like a christian/
and vac seal every pack incase the k9 come round sniffing/

[bridge ]

[verse 2] (yung kazh)
now this is for my n-ggas, never gave a f-ck/
catch me ridin on these n-ggas like a lexus truck/
thirty rounds in my chopper, we gon get em blood/
n-ggas know me, yea i’m kobe, look/ (yea i love you, love you)
that chris webber, that steph curry/
all-star, n-gga marbury/
talk sh-t, you gon get buried/
it’s oak park n-gga, i’ont worry/
k!llas to your porch, all hurry/
big diamonds, n-gga, all of us/
touch mine, you get bagged up/
dime bags, they all buzz/
my n-ggas bang, we all bloods/
feds could never really stall us/
rico charge, n-gga ball blood/
that’s how all of us grew up/
henny sippin never threw up/
gang signs gettin thrown up/
n-ggas hatin, we roll up/
like there them n-ggas too, roll up/

[verse 3] (spoox)
i love you, love you baby/
like a b-tch, just like she crazy/
it’ll drive you, drive you crazy/
that’s an amg mercedes/
i be f-ckin wit my day ones, that’s n-ggas from the 80’s/
these crazy 80’s babies, we don’t bark, we bite with rabies/
slim lil n-gga in the cut, them dudes lookin so shady/
my sh-t be shinin, it’s real dog, don’t bling bling or foogaze/
these hoes, come and just chase me/
i’m like who the f-ck wanna race me?/
cops hatin, tryna case me/
i’m a real n-gga, can’t replace me/
my day ones, my day ones, two three four five sixes/
burning wit my day ones, we roll one and get twisted/
kush clouds, we spliffed it, eyes opposite of lifted/
ain’t f-ckin wit them b-tch n-ggas, i put them n-ggad in lipstick/

[bridge ]

(yeah i love you, love you baby)
(it’s pimpton…your boy young kazh and spoox waddup)

- pimpton

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