letra de look pimpin! - sick yg
you see my swag
now you wanna come and give me all this drag
i think you better back, back
because my hand is itching to give you a smack
what’s your name again jack?
it’s the end of the road ain’t no turning back
don’t let the fly taste fool you
mater fact it’s about time that i school you
don’t worry i’m not in a hurry
i don’t even wanna get my fresh gear dirty
a little birdie chirped of your flurry
now i must nip it or better yet bury
your ent-ty look at me while i’m talking
i heard you lurking or was it even stalking
my program thinking you’re the man in the place
now it’s about time you catch a hand to the face
look pimpin’ i ain’t playing
in a minute you’re gonna be laying
on the ground i ain’t messing around
my city, my rules, my money, my town
look pimpin’ i ain’t playing
in a minute you’re gonna be laying
on the ground i ain’t messing around
my city, my rules, my money, my town
brim tilted, coat quilted
fresh to death literally i do k!ll it
blood spilleth in this game of death
yeah you hear the announcer but ain’t no ref
i just kept hearing your name too much
and that’s it, now i just came to touch
your backbone with a boot, a cane to the tooth
it don’t take much now, ain’t that the truth?
my boo got a thing for you
she really likes money but the pain will do
you can’t hang, you a featherweight
i can’t believe that you made it this far it’ll never take
a lot of work to make you levitate
i strike first, don’t hesitate to populate the murder rate
you just sealed your fate
on the holidays that’ll be one less plate
look pimpin’ i ain’t playing
in a minute you’re gonna be laying
on the ground i ain’t messing around
my city, my rules, my money, my town
look pimpin’ i ain’t playing
in a minute you’re gonna be laying
on the ground i ain’t messing around
my city, my rules, my money, my town
you see my swag
now you wanna come and give me all this drag
i think you better back, back
because my hand is itching to give you a smack
what’s your name again jack?
it’s the end of the road ain’t no turning back
don’t let the fly taste fool you
mater fact it’s about time that i school you
don’t worry i’m not in a hurry
i don’t even wanna get my fresh gear dirty
a little birdie chirped of your flurry
now i must nip it or better yet bury
your ent-ty look at me while i’m talking
i heard you lurking or was it even stalking
my program thinking you’re the man in the place
now it’s about time you catch a hand to the face
look pimpin’ i ain’t playing
in a minute you’re gonna be laying
on the ground i ain’t messing around
my city, my rules, my money, my town
look pimpin’ i ain’t playing
in a minute you’re gonna be laying
on the ground i ain’t messing around
my city, my rules, my money, my town
letras aleatórias
- letra de alone - yellow arc 6
- letra de charles the lobster man - momus
- letra de business man - tru (rap)
- letra de dig myself a hole - the nails
- letra de get back me - iration
- letra de gennem byen - ukendt kunstner
- letra de hymn of the forsaken - soulburn
- letra de seda - willie gonzalez
- letra de l’homme (la faiblesse de l’homme) - jul
- letra de atrás en el tiempo - nikone