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letra de you better recognize - shawty pimp

[verse 1]
drop it off, drop it off, b-tch i got a f-ckin’ tone
n-ggas talkin’ sh-t and b-tch i’m finna sn-tch your [?]
pound of weed in my lap, d-mn i think i’m ready to chief
stop up at the f-ckin’ store, yo i’m ’bout to switch the street
cut that motherf-cka up, [?]
ride off in the sunset hoe and i’m straight up blowin’ ink
in that f-ckin’ ac as i’m chillin’ like a f-ckin’ pimp
i don’t give a f-ck ’cause a n-gga [?]
so i get that glock and smoke the scene because i’m ready to stang
and [?], no punk ass n-ggas slippin’ mane
aw sh-t, [?]
now i gotta make a motherf-ckin’ stang
cap him in his brain mane, then ball up in the cutlass thang
still got a bud from the swisha, now i kinda know
everybody’s sh-t, but it ain’t nothin’ so i keep on goin’
i’m about cl!ck up on these n-ggas, [?]
b-tch i thought you knew i got that motherf-ckin’ [?]
comin’ to you in the disguise and it’s just a big surprise
keep on talkin’ sh-t mane, i promise n-gga you gon’ die
thinkin’ that you f-ckin’ with some [?] n-gga, test your luck
leave you in the ditch with bl–dy guts, mane you f-cked up
shouldn’t’ve f-cked with a n-gga that be known for wreckin’ sh-t
i’m about to make a hit, you better recognize

[chorus]
b-tch, you better recognize, you better recognize
you better recognize, b-tch, you better recognize
you better recognize, you better recognize
you better recognize, b-tch, you better recognize
you better recognize, you better recognize
you better recognize, b-tch, you better recognize
[verse 2]
don’t slip ’cause you’ll get caught and i’ll blow your ass off
with the shot of buckshot, knockin’ n-ggas socks off
pistol grip to your tongue, get my motherf-ckin’ hustle on
what’s the [?] ,where’s your [?], buck it down, now your gone
’cause i’m [?], what’s up to my n-gga rob
ridin’ in that taurus mane and that junt is sittin’ clean
ballin’ down in [?] n-ggas slangin’ ‘caine
what’s up mane, to my n-gga [?] caddy thang
[?] cruisin’ while we chiefin’ hay
and my n-ggas, [?] from around the way
and it’s ’cause of every mane, yeah i can’t forget you dogs
see that lil’ money [?] they about their f-ckin’ haul
the bud mane, the sweet stuff, he’s the one who’s got that ‘ply
buy a blunt and fit a junt with weed and now we super high
all my n-ggas down mane ’cause we [?] bound
what’s up [?] and his nephew [?] down to clown
and my n-gga [?] now he’s doin’ fine
grilled up, makin’ money, many cheese all the time
runnin’ man through the step, better known as [?]
all them funky b-tches in the streets, they keep ’em on the floor
and the youngest police [?] all this n-gga know
baby we’ll be comin’ for you [?] hoe
and i’m finna hit the strip ’cause i’m a motherf-ckin’ pimp
b-tch you better recognize ’cause i’m ’bout to k!ll a b-tch, trick
[chorus]
you better recognize, b-tch, you better recognize
you better recognize, you better recognize
you better recognize, b-tch, you better recognize
you better recognize, you better recognize
you better recognize, b-tch, you better recognize
you better recognize, you better recognize
you better recognize, b-tch, you better recognize

- shawty pimp

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