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pimpshit - rareblare lyrics

[intro]
yo
yo*yo
yo
bury me deep in a hole
b*tch i dig like a mole
yeah, you know i got money need more

[verse 1]
hoe
leave me the f*ck alone
wasting my time and my energy
b*tch its bout time that you go
you didn’t know now you know
rollin with pimps
giving cute ladies tips
she don’t lie bout them hips i just choked on my sip
stick around baby you gon get a tip
that was a lie b*tch i don’t give a sh*t
she want the money but give too much lip
return of the big booty b*tch
i still choke on my sip
i got wok caught in my esophagus
(woky)
how would you feel if you never did win?
i guess we won’t know you can say that again
trap out the bando i never done did
try find me a b*tch who is good with the kids
(sh*t)
(i don’t really know if i want them kids)
(i’m not ready for kids yet. like seriously.)
(i don’t really know baby i’m sorry)
[verse 2]
sip sip sip
b*tch that’s all that i did
i made it big but sh*t i’m still a kid
grow up get big imma still die lit
i’m throwing a fit if i don’t get my fix
i f*ck your b*tch, in your house, eating chips
then i go to town, eating chips off your b*tch
sorry not sorry, you were raised like a b*tch
now i gotta run cause my kids in his b*tch
now i’m in the club, make a show go down
i’m throwing down 100,000 ones
with a couple xans to make the hoes slow down
if they both down i’m taking two at once
f*ck pride, that’s what i did last night
i got into it with a b*tch that didn’t f*ck with the d*ck
i thought we coulda shared
but she locked me out and f*cked my b*tch
what the sh*t
i wanna f*ck this b*tch

[outro]
it’s all good though
we good now
we talked it out
i mean like she c*ck blocked me like
can you really blame me?
like wtf, like that sh*t hurt me severely
and like now that i think about it
like i’m still not emotionally healed from it
like my psychological brain
like i need to go to therapy for this sh*t
sip sip sip
b*tch that’s all that i did
i made it big but sh*t i’m still a kid
grow up get big imma still die lit
i’m throwing a fit if i don’t get my fix
i f*ck your b*tch, in your house, eating chips
then i go to town, eating chips off your b*tch
sorry not sorry, you were raised like a b*tch
now i gotta run cause my kids in his b*tch

- rareblare lyrics

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