Vado - Pimpin (Prod. By B Wirks) | Текст песни

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• Vado
• Pimpin (Prod. By B Wirks)

(Bridge)
You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em
I’m a pimp in every sense of the word bitch, better trust and believe uh

(Verse)
You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em
Bug em, cuff em, never need em, whatever, you can keep em
That be him in that BM
What yo new BM? Man you can’t see him
I’m a pimp in every sense of the word bitch
Come and get yo girl bitch
Slime flu, cough on em now they all sick
Go 4 door, auto on the process
With my wrists on tall man, I’m sportin the Beauvais
2-50 on the watch, make em nervous
That’s a triple R, what I’m trippin on M’s it better
Like the coupe with the M is better
If she cute I tends to get er
Small boo, high heel on the boot and the Fendy sweater
Chick fly

(Hook x2)
You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em
You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em
You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em
I’m a pimp in every sense of the word bitch, better trust and believe uh

(Verse)
I pop with nothing, sharp and stuntin, take G4 flights to London
Parties happenin, bottles crackin, then we ride back in Manhattan
Every week I’m fashion, got that Kanye passion
On that Cartier mansion 200 on the dash and
Sliiiiiiiiime!
Uh! Ill nigga spittin like that
Stop frontin lil nigga, you ain’t like that
Pull out the 2, that’s cool, I be right back
But you get a call with the dude to get yo wife back
Yea, leave every witness
You see us all out to eat this heavy business
What I seen in the streets you never did this
Beef I’m at yo door like I reach, Merry Christmas

(Hook x2)
You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em
You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em
You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em
I’m a pimp in every sense of the word bitch, better trust and believe uh

(Verse)
You know I bag em, wrap em, strap em, take em
Bring it back, throw it all on the table
Can it up and take for what I gave you
The other half but part of the label
I’m in Miami, just came from our bays
Rubber bands, one chain to go angels
Might need a home at ranch of Clark Gable
Now I fuckin stay in NY
You can live both prezzy cus you been fly
I walk out, hoe choosy to the M5
Tryna get a flick on me bent with the sick eyes
Can’t get enough though
What you hustlas getting ain’t enough dough
You this hustle spittin, I give a fuck flow
Ain’t gotta show her I’m livin, you know I’m up hoe

(Hook x2)
You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em
You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em
You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em
I’m a pimp in every sense of the word bitch, better trust and believe uh