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bruce lee - pimp tobi lyrics

[intro]
(viper)
(angel heaven sent)

[verse 1: pimp tobi]
i just rap ’bout my life, i ain’t gotta write (nah)
glock 40 on my hip, i ain’t finna fight
shots ringin’ at his face like he on skype
codeine in my sprite, this ain’t miller light
pull up in a brand*new benz and it’s coke white
b*tch stay ten toes down and her toes white
she gon’ stomp down on the track ’til her feet black
v8, hear the engine bark when i speed past
doin’ all that d*ck suckin’, where your knee pads?
i’ll fill a n*gga up like he need gas
get a n*gga gone and we spin through the repass
i just push*start the foreign, i don’t know where my keys at

[verse 2: mir]
fly young n*gga with a big gun
i don’t even know what i made this month
put the glock up for the whole month
they say the stick pokin’, n*gga, so what?
i don’t know what i just poured in this soda
n*gga, f*ck you and that gang that you throwin’ up
b*tch, oh, you really want a bag? better ho up
i’ll put a b*tch on the blade like a cold cut
i’ll put a hole in a n*gga like a donut
got a square b*tch, but she pay me like she hoein’
we ain’t steppin’ in the club if we can’t get the poles in
dead opps in this ‘wood got me chokin’
[verse 3: pettypetty]
smokin’ on ganja, couple hoes, we at katanas
i’m on the blade, to sweat a b*tch we in a sauna
i’m off of the mud, we chiefin’ heavily with my partner
my b*tch down, she need a charger and some condoms (i’m on the way)
that 7*eleven, poured a frosty with some crushed ice (frosted)
the b*tch asked me for some money, what i look like?
spin a corner with my n*gga, we ran into vice
sent a b*tch to get some chip, i just booked a flight
roll a grabba looseleaf (grabba)
just dropped a ho n*gga, now i’m two deep
i set up ho kicked the ho like i’m bruce lee
gelato 41, i smoked a qp (smoked q)

- pimp tobi lyrics

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