Текст песни Pimp C - kyyngg, Prynce

Pimp C

Oh, excuse me while I pour up
I’m not Pimp C but I’m on that syrup
He claim he want war but the bitch never showed up
I’m fucking his bitch, got her legs on my shoulders
She gave me brain in the Benz
She a considerate bitch
You a illiterate dude
I fuck on your grandma for scraps
Niggas talking my name on a diss
Lil boy, you don’t want none of this
Pull up and shoot up your hood
They need to free lil Prynce
Yeah, don’t get me confused
We really living like that, not these foes
Work on his body, just pass me the tool
Fucked on his bitch, pussy wet like a pool
No time for that dissing you folk
Don’t let this rap shit get you killed
We make your block hotter than hell
After I nut, bitch, I don’t wanna cuddle
They criticize me, tryna make me a devil
That’s why my heart cold, that shit made outta metal
Broke niggas and bitches, they gon' rock together
They got something in common, they don’t get no cheddar
They want me to fall, but I keep getting better
They throwing a diss and I’m ready whenever
Pull up in his city, finesse his whole town
Oh, excuse me while I pour up
I’m not Pimp C but I’m on that syrup
He claim he want war but the bitch never showed up
I’m fucking his bitch, got her legs on my shoulders
She gave me brain in the Benz
She a considerate bitch
You a illiterate dude
I fuck on your grandma for scraps
Niggas talking my name on a diss
Lil boy, you don’t want none of this
Pull up and shoot up your hood
They need to free lil Prynce
Tell them niggas I’m back
Fuck nigga, he diss on the gang, he get whacked
Adjust that lil bitch like we know where he at
I’m stuffed in the Benz with this mac on my lap, whoa
I put this mac on his back, oh
We spin the Benz on the block
And then we go wet up his trap
These niggas got me confused
Bitch, we 'bout to blow like a fuse
Bitch, you pull up with the tools
And put them lil boys on the news
And no, we don’t beef on the internet
Me and the gang don’t get into that
We just pull up with them carbines
I got 'bout thirty-two shots in this forty
I put that lil hoe on my schedule, yes, I need that
I ain’t with no arguing, talking, bitch, where that green at?
Pull up, we running this place
Now bitch, guide me right to the safe
Can’t be playing with you, dealing with apes
Oh, excuse me while I pour up
I’m not Pimp C but I’m on that syrup
He claim he want war but the bitch never showed up
I’m fucking his bitch, got her legs on my shoulders
She gave me brain in the Benz
She a considerate bitch
You a illiterate dude
I fuck on your grandma for scraps
Niggas talking my name on a diss
Lil boy, you don’t want none of this
Pull up and shoot up your hood
They need to free lil Prynce