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pimp street - suga free & sporty gotti lyrics

[intro: suga free]
you understand what i’m sayin’ to you (talk that sh*t)
yeah, man, ain’t it, man
i want y’all to say what’s up to my artist, sporty james
and he deserve it, y’all, in a real motherf*ckin’ way
we gon’ get up outta here, but i’ma tell y’all like this, man
if it’s good to you, then it’s good for you

[verse 1: sporty gotti]
went from forty*seven hundred straight to calipat’
had to hoop the dog food, never swallowed that
global telephone calls, couldn’t call me back
couple top ramens with the chips, spread it on the rack
the b*tch bad, first month of reception
that was the very first time the game taught me a lеsson
now it’s me and suga free, the game tossеd me a blessing
i’m constantly pressin’ until the b*tch opened the message
like, hey now, say now, f*ck the views and likes
i’m really tryna get the b*tch to come choose tonight
she came with it up front and i ain’t use the pipe
i’m quick to cut a b*tch off and i ain’t use the knife
i was active in the county rockin’ blues and whites
before i turn a fade down, i’ll lose the fight
f*ckin’ with me, on god, you might lose your life
’cause i’ma ride like i use the bike
that’s on pimp street
[verse 2: suga free]
book her pastor well
b*tch beat herself with a bag of oranges
called the police and they took her ass to jail
yeah, the wild thriller, n*gga, i got daughters, motherf*cker
i said, “baby, i’m just tryna keep you out of child jail”
manage maxin’
b*tch, you had the same amount of time in the day as michael or janet jackson yeah, it’s p*ssy for sale, n*gga, just so you know
p*ssy look like a hostess twinkie, it’s sellable, get at it, ho, uh*huh
that’s how i get at a b*tch
i like ’em light, bright and almost motherf*ckin’ white
i’m tryna win a kentucky derby, sho’ you right
and suga free a bold n*gga
the archbishop don juan church said
a b*tch ain’t never complained ’cause she was cold, n*gga
and she had thy back
and we ain’t talkin’ ’bout none of these sunny cities, n*gga, this is chiraq, yeah
church told to tell, right
he said, “b*tch, if you cold, go to the back of the car
and warm your hands by the tailpipe”

- suga free sporty gotti lyrics

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