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letra de makin' heavy profits - reddog & shawty pimp

[verse 1: mysta kang]
a n-gga keepin’ cheese, ’cause i’m quick to dope game
boomin’ yayo on the track, is to rock a cocaine
let this junkies be bangin’ and keep my pockets thick
can’t forget about that pimpin’, mane, i gotta pimp a b-tch
gotta keep them f-ckin’ hoes on a corner so rough
and the glock is on my [?hip?], so if they slip, then they f-cked
and these b-tches better be knowin’ that the cash keeps on flowin’
straight into the hands of the man, that’s where it’s goin’
and now i check my track to see how this sh-t is sellin’
i go to the bank and billin’ give my cheese, and then i bailin’
and then i leave my little [?] boom all the rest
’cause i can’t have no f-ckin’ cops on my chest
and to all you b-tches make my cheese everyday
’cause a trill n-gga gotta earn his f-ckin’ pay
and when i’m runnin’, know, yo, i could commit some more sh-t
’cause a trill n-gga gotta make some heavy profits

[chorus]
hoes hoin’, goin’, blowin’, mornin’, night, you know i stack
[?] my n-ggas sweatin’ the track
hoes hoin’, goin’, blowin’, mornin’, night, you know i stack
[?] my n-ggas sweatin’ the track

[verse 2: boogie mane]
boogie mane is on a track, ‘finna make a f-ckin’ [?shave?]
boomin’ 20 in the [?], now my pockets stayin’ paid
if a n-gga doubt play, i beat his ass real good
slap him with my big fat glock, like a trill n-gga should
so, the family just chillin’, while we standin’ on a track
chiefin’ blunts and sippin’ cogniac, while we boom crack
then i cheat a dummy junkie out of motherf-ckin’ rocks
choppin’ up this sh-t, he thinks he got a lot
servin’ trick on the track, chunk her ass on the floor
have that b-tch suckin’ your d-ck up in ninety-ninety-four
pimpin’ is the f-ckin’ game, have that b-tch on a corner
slap her ass a couple of time, show her [?] to the owner
if she talk nonsense, then you smack a punk-ass
toss that b-tch in a ski’s, then you put her in a body bag
i gettin’ rid of the body, now i clean and straight legit
now the n-ggas know i’m the pimp, and she’s motherf-ckin’ b-tch
so, you just better recognize, ’cause the f-ckin’ man will stang your b-tch
i split your wig, so you better not take a risk
i’m not in a movie or in a magazine
i’ll slip up on your ass, then arrive in your dream
when i’m still on the track, still hoin’ me some hoes
that could [?] sh-t, makin’ heavy profits, ho
[chorus]
hoes hoin’, goin’, blowin’, mornin’, night, you know i stack
[?] my n-ggas sweatin’ the track
hoes hoin’, goin’, blowin’, mornin’, night, you know i stack
[?] my n-ggas sweatin’ the track

[verse 3: reddog]
a laid back type of guy, with the glock, that meets the eye
try make, if you wanna, and i bet your ass will touch the sky
with the glock, i snap the pop, and when it hits, you know it drops
n-ggas to the dirty gram test my pimpin’, i hate to clown
gettin’ to the breakin’ building with my n-gga named the mysta k
waitin’ for this cheese to come in, so we can get away
vamp the scene with no trace, police out, and so my d-ck
gotta go think of somethin’ quick, shoot the b-tch and f-ck that trick
headed to the track to boom the rest with my f-ckin’ sh-t
gotta keep my pockets thick, ’cause i’m known for peel a b-tch
d-mn, these junkies flamin’, mane
d-mn, these ho’s are goin’ insane
and their motherf-ckin’ brain makin’ heavy profits, mane
yeah, i slang a quarter ki’, twenty dollars, no f-ckin’ plea
junkies comin’ up to me, and: “yo, dog, hit me with it, nig”
but you gotta come up twenty [?] with the f-ckin’ sh-t
better get to steppin’ for them hollow tips, commence, you b-tch
and you know this sh-t is true, when i pull my glock at you
tell me you [?], buckshots on my f-ckin’ [?]
servin’ that dope, ruthless thang, gotta make a f-ckin’ bank
yes, i chill quick, real, headin’ to the [?] of the deal
mane, this sh-t is gettin’ thick in the motherf-ckin’ game
if you ain’t servin’ no dope, you ain’t makin’ no money, mane
first, you get your product, put your sh-t up on the table
chop that sh-t real nice, and ‘finna sell it if you able
like capper takin’ from a n-gga, that be knowin’ how
goin’ to my crib, better [?] showin’ as it keeps on flowin’
hoin’, got my ho’s on a quarter makin’ my money
please, better fill my pockets, ’cause i makin’ heavy profits, b-tch
[chorus]
hoes hoin’, goin’, blowin’, mornin’, night, you know i stack
[?] my n-ggas sweatin’ the track
hoes hoin’, goin’, blowin’, mornin’, night, you know i stack
[?] my n-ggas sweatin’ the track
hoes hoin’, goin’, blowin’, mornin’, night, you know i stack
[?] my n-ggas sweatin’ the track
hoes hoin’, goin’, blowin’, mornin’, night, you know i stack
[?] my n-ggas sweatin’ the track

- reddog shawty pimp

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