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stayin' true - shawty pimp lyrics

[verse 1: lil west aka key fee]
well is that furr skinned n*gga, yeah, that n*gga named lil west
boomin on this boomin track, slangin’ nothin’ but the best
with that n*gga shawty pimp, walkin’ with the gangsta limp
pimpin’ hoes in ’94, yeah, that’s the way the sh*t go
the n*gga that charge the b*tches, knockin’ stitches
make ’em lose their bridges, london bridges fallin’ down
with my nine glock sound
the king of all kings, and the pimp of all pimps, you the b*tches of all b*tches
makin’ my pockets thick for riches, see, you done crossed me in the game
with that foolish gang*bang, who’s to blame?
i blame you mane, my four*five glock will put you to shame
another n*gga, on that othеr level, kickin’ lyrical pimpin’, b*tch
you got me f*ckеd up, if you think i’mma’ take all that bullsh*t
rata*tata, whoever i scatter, just to make my pimpin’ phatter
i’ts all about respect, f*ck all that cars and the fake
sh*t, i’m loadin’ up my tec, for all you n*ggas talkin’ sh*t
i’m finna’ go and make a hit, on your motherf*ckin’ clan
you punk*ass n*ggas, i just can’t stand, claimin’, aimin’, like you got clout
b*tch, you dont know, what this all about, is all about that money, mane
that white*man crack, still fryin’ your brain, this is your brain on drugs, n*gga
beat me to the punch here, how the f*ck you figure
man, i f*cked up [?] in the wrong place, k!ll you quick, without a trace
when i’m trough kickin’ pimpin, i’ts time to do a stang, n*gga
four*five glock, we gon’ k!ll ’em, my n*gga spade gon’ pull that trigger
shawty pimp, jump in the ride, gotta’ find some place to hide
ridin’ deep in the showdown left out n*ggas, that don’t know how to act
five n*ggas just got away, smoke the hay, livin’ day by day
ain’t barrin sh*t, i’m straight legit, me and my n*ggas never slacked up, b*tch
f*ck you, b*tch, and your whole d*mn crew
lil west is a n*gga, that’s stayin’ true
[verse 2: mc spade]
i got a ak*47 pointed at your motherf*ckin’ ass
try to treat me like a hoe, i got to shoot your ass, fast
all up in my face, about some scandalous funky*ass hoe
s*p*a*d*e, is finna’ let you motherf*ckers know
jockin’ ain’t to healthy, look my n*gga, you gon’ wind up dead
laid off in his b*tch, with two bullets in your f*ckin’ head
pimpin’ is what’s makin’ money up in 1994
b*tches make the clientele, motherf*cker you ain’t know
better ask somebody, busta, ‘cuz this sh*t right here is deep
last time i heard, you was somewhere suckin’ some n*ggas d*ck
mane, you ain’t too trill, if you walkin’ by the hoe
breakin’ b*tches is my business, gotta make some cash flow
better listen if you wanna learn, ‘cuz that sh*t is weak
if you wanna make some money, put your b*tches on the street
schoolin’ n*ggas on this pimpin,’ but i really thought you knew
mane, i pop it off my b*tches, ‘cuz a n*gga is stayin’ true

[verse 3: shawty pimp]
they call me shawty pimp, ‘cuz i’m the thrillest of the crew
she’s f*ckin’ one me, b*tch, when that old sh*t, be buckin’ you
you tell me, that you got it in your pocket
boy, you sick
you kissin’ on that b*tch
when all the time, she suckin’ d*ck
you jealous, ‘cuz i’m havin’
and you just can’t make no green
but n*ggas on the gank, i keep a loaded magazine
i never let my business get to high, i keep it low
‘cuz n*ggas talk about my business, everywhere i go
i claim that i’m a pimp, because these bustaz just ain’t true
you tryna’ pimp a b*tch, but really that hoe is pimpin’ you
you call her everyday, because you shoppin’ for that b*tch
you tell her that you lover her
when that b*tch just ain’t the sh*t
so, i’mma [?] six, ninety*nine straight to you
‘cuz we playaz on this funky*track
and always stayin’ true
[verse 4: fresh ld]
i’ts all about the money, i gotta’ make it
can’t be no fake, k!llin’ all these junkies
they hit they ladies
gotta’ make my cheese, off these b*tches
you know, i got ’em
that ass, i’m stabbin’, if i ain’t, im on the track, boomin’ some crack
i could not never, pass up a chance, just to romancin’
you n*ggas, you gettin’ jealous, all becacuse i’m handsome
altough, i might be high*profile, i keep a low*pro style
a little bit more [gone fed up?], i warm it up like a sweater
a money makin’, fly, smooth, honey go*getter
before i go, i would like to sent out a shouty
mc spade, shawty pimp, lil roy
peace, yo, i’m outie!

- shawty pimp lyrics

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