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pimpin' like kenny red - too $hort lyrics

[intro: too $hort]
yeah, we up in here
bosslife big spence, too $hort
what’s up, larry june?

[verse 1: larry june]
feeling good today (day), knocked me a b*tch (b*tch)
i see it, i want it, i cop the whip (cop the whip)
i’m stylin’ (yeah), keepin’ it lit (keepin’ it lit)
quick show in l.a., dropped her off on fifth (numbers)
what’s happenin’? b*tch, my name is larry (larry)
i don’t even know the trick, but she callin’ me daddy (good job)
frisco (frisco), b*tch, you know what i’m on (on)
the streets is cold (cold), keep the pole (numbers)
things changed when i knocked some snow
i ain’t had to do much, she was ready to go (she was ready to go)
let me tell you ’bout this b*tch that i met in the moe
she was useful ’til she bapped the load
it’s crucial (crucial), i need my dough (need my cash)
not the ones in the safe, b*tch, i need some more
i’m active (active) like a phone is on (phone is on)
fled to the east ’cause the bay was slow
what’s happenin’?

[interlude: too $hort]
what you gon’ do, b*tch?
you ain’t gettin’ enough money
i mean, are you qualified, b*tch?
[verse 2: too $hort]
gotta interview the b*tch when you feelin’ ’em out
i say it to your face what i’m really about
gettin’ money, that’s what i’m on
she’s smilin’ in my face, it won’t take me long
i don’t move too fast or take it slow
you say it’s too many rules, you can’t break ’em, though
(break ’em, though)
put them shoes on her and make her go
where i’m from, we try to break that ho
that’s why i’m on her (i’m on her), that’s what i do
you just want the girl to say “i love you”
i wanna say, “hey, b*tch”, and she say, “what?”
“how you gon’ get it?” and she say, “f*ck”
when i run this game, i’m in her head
gotta keep on pimpin’ like kenny red (like kenny, mayne)
i’m sir too $hort, the b*tch’s dream
choose on me, we gettin’ everything, b*tch

[interlude: too $hort]
who you choosin’ on, b*tch?
oh, you want the homie big spence?
okay
what you gon’ tell that b*tch, spence?

[verse 3: bosslife big spence]
d*mn, b*tch, what a bummer
i was sittin’ here reviewin’ the numbers
f*ckin’ with you would take a million summers
just to put rims on one of them hummers
slang, ho, what you know?
in my dm sayin’ that you broke (my god)
you used to pop p*ssy out in frisco
b*tch, sell a plate, but you no crisco
i need a rich b*tch, thouie thouies
putting ice on all my owies
brand new whips, rs audi
gillespie, dizzy, blow me drowsy (blow me drowsy)
no bag, no reply (no bag, b*tch)
no stacks, no reply (no stacks, b*tch)
text back, f*ck you, bye (nah)
leave you on read, you wonder why
[outro: too $hort]
b*tch, you ain’t makin’ enough
i ain’t f*ckin’ with you, you don’t pay me enough
i ain’t hittin’ you back, i don’t give a f*ck
i don’t ever reply, you ain’t makin’ enough
yeah, we pimpin’ like kenny red, b*tch

- too hort lyrics

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