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• Artiste: Evil Pimp
• Titre: You Muthafucka
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you're fuckin warned dont ever go over my fuckin head again you muthafucka you late night bound i'm on a stang Evil gon' catch a lemon lame bustas are startin to pop and then bustas be droppin when i bust that thang cheefin high ya creepin low up to the heaven where niggas go got yo fuckin twenty two but i pull out tha forty fo rollin in the cherokee punk ass boy can't hide from me ridin thru ya neighborhood- you better hope i do not see cuz if i commence to find hollowpoint jacket increasin yo kind in that motha fuckin black box that is made of pine grabbed a mask right off tha dash mustard ass nigga be makin me blast lookin for jockin n im comin right on the scene to get rid of yo ass dont give a fuck when im on tha blow dont give a fuck when i shoot a ho dont give a fuck about none of these hatin bustas let them bitches know Evil Pimp back and im all bout my mac carry the nine when im ready to jack jumpin my ass right up out of tha bushes quickly give'em heart attacks once again i tell ya bitch the nine's to ya fuckin brain dont make a fuckin sound dont say a fuckin thang Evil Pimp im clickin on these niggas and these bitches too aint no needa be duckin cuz these bullets aint escapin you call my nigga 901, tell that bitch protect yo son aint no needa be mad about this shit just bring ya fuckin gun fryin this nigga like bacon bitch squeezin this trigger mang like its gon kill bustin at bitches i never be showin remorse cuz i dont give a shit buck buck buck i buck em down buck buck buck i love da sound when i be comin them niggas are runnin cuz the Pimp dont fuck around on the scene im comin clean so please dont make me kill ya ho kick down ya door when i tell ya drop the nine to the fuckin floor cross me out i'll kill ya boy but these niggas think i wont if i cannot get to you then i'll have to kill ya folks drop it off ya ass fool dont make a stupid move watermelon perpetratin busta bout to blow my cool so i'll blow ya brains out right before i ride off leave ya brains mangled on the curb and hit the hideout as far back as i can remember i always wanted to be a gangster