from da underground remix - man rider & triplej222 lyrics
[intro: kingpin skinny pimp]
from the underground
from the underground
from the under*
from the underground
from the underground
from the under*
from the underground
from the underground
from the under*
from the under* under* underground
under* under* underground
from the underground
from the underground
from the under*
from the underground
from the underground
from the under*
from the under* under* underground
under* under* underground
[verse 1: kingpin skinny pimp]
it ain’t no love for them b*tches, it ain’t no love to gangs
steppin’ on top pimpin’, i’m never slippin’
i’m just controllin’ your brain
i gotta make my cheese, got bosses
stealin’ k!llin’ at will real for the hustlers
see the life i live, caps must be peeled
cause the streets is filled with bustas
i’m runnin’ the lap wit the gat in my lap, cuz there’s money to makin’ these b*tches are breakin’
the n*ggas they dyin’ before they get grown
where half the time, these bullets will take they dome
so i sleep with the chrome, when i’m in that zone
or fry that light green, big blunts be blown
we livin’ up in a big mansion diggin’ on b*tches as my condom caught the nut, i use two, cuz we f*ckin’ on some p*ssy ho
cal. i brought, but i got it on safety
i’m ’bout to watch out for these b*tches
cause they quick to put a cl!ck, b*tch can’t fade this
skinny pimp my name, we stick up
we serving up b*tches on your curb, we hurting, murdering b*tches that cross out the family hoe ain’t nothing changed
this course is out for them hoes that wanna run the track
summarize this coughin’ b*tch and recognize a real mack
[chorus: kingpin skinny pimp]
from the underground
from the underground
from the under*
from the underground
from the underground
from the under*
from the underground
from the underground
from the under*
from the under* under* underground
under* under* underground
from the underground
from the underground
from the under*
from the underground
from the underground
from the under*
from the under* under* underground
under* under* underground
[verse 2: chief keef]
n*gga, f*ck your mama, she should’ve wore a condom
pull up in that ‘rari, burnin’ off this rubber
n*ggas undercover, so you know i can’t trust them
i be smokin’ earth, boy, you be smokin’ bubba
the b*tch like benihana’s, took that b*tch to mcdonald’s
i got plenty condoms and i got plenty commas
if you want some beef, boy, i won’t be your farmer
i might be your father, ball like penny hardaway
judge tryna lock me up
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