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I'm big pimpin' right now nigga I'm big pimpin' right now, where that lean at? Where that lean at? Pass, me that lean? It's Woponese, you know what that mean, what I mean, big pimpin' nigga Listen to me nigga Listen to me Hear me out One, thirteen, nine-seven when they made a legend Oh shit he got that chopper, its a one eighty seven About to blow up on that opps, since the nine eleven And I'm always on my grind, in the line for seconds Bitch I do the crime because my lawyer aggressive Oh and these turned your livers into simple possessions Ten racks on some straps just for extra protection Level six on my chest shit I gotta invest in 'em Cause I done torch niggas down when they toting they weapon Pull, pull up on a nigga, I ain't ask him no questions He get a rep from the Tec about some shit he was repping Catch him in a lobby trying to get to the exit Walk up on a nigga and I ask for directions Soon as he looked to left, hit his ass with the FN Give me the price if it's right, then his life I'm finessing Speaking of finessing I finessed the connection Because he was coming through collecting but I wasn't progressing I watch my daughter with the carbon, say I'm overprotective Cruising down Elm Street with my AR-15 Letras de cancionesNo you don't want Jimmy Wop to pop up in your dream I'm a fucking grave digger and a codeine fiend I got the sack on these bitches counting Mean Joe Green Drop kick from the chick, bitch don't step in in the ring Smiles goofy like he six but a vet with the beam B-Boolin in the jets got a Tec with the string I'll leave that ass Red Bull, you gonna definitely get wings I'm on your head, on that bread like some sesame seeds RIP JD and nigga free Ja weez You can't bob and weave these 223's Swear money Mayweather couldn't even box these They kick and flip, nigga these Jet Li's I let 'em fly like butterfly, sting like bees I got a mission and [?] feeding Grandma B She wanna do it off the percs, told me bring LGs They saying Wop about to blow, nigga who you gonna feed? Nigga my momma and my daughter and my boy Taylor [?] But wait, nigga hold that, Imma fuck the whole trap Whole lane boys nigga Imma flood the whole rack New niggas whack they ain't hotter than my old raps Niggas think they doing something busting on my old snaps Fucking all my old hoes, toting all my old straps Imma have a couple mill still pimpin' shootin' craps Player I ain't preaching to you, nigga I'm just stating facts You ain't got that paperwork then you can't say he a rat I remember way back, eating hot and cold packs Used to hit the corner store, steal chips and fruit snacks Be the same nigga from the clubhouse, turn Mickey Mouse Soon as I see a square round, I just kick him out Everywhere I go I got a nigga with that chickie out Treetop piru nigga check my fucking body count Lane, lane (Treetop piru nigga check my fucking body count) Big pimpin' (Big pimpin' right now) Woponese Pimpin right now (Bullet in my cup and another in my gun) From Letras Mania