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Kingpin Skinny Pimp – Mack Of The Year Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Attention all pimps: we playas gotta get paid
And all you tricks with banks; you’re gonna get played
Creep through the hood with the Glock under my frontseat
Gotta stray strapped for the streets of ’93
Cause the hood ain’t no joke
Too many brothers broke, too many brothers smoke
But it ain’t funny, I gotta get my money
I got a baby brother still pimpin’ on his mommy
You see, the bills gotta stay paid
And I ain’t finna sell my butt, I’ll sell my slut
Pimpin’ don’t talk to the end of the time
First you got to get control of the mind
And then you gotta put this on safe sex
Ey yo tricks, come and get yo pussy wet! Nation wide, I took my women on a tour
They went platinum, see I’m the mack of the year
[Verse 2]
Real playas don’t high-cap, cause real playas only pimp
Local playas got women, but they don’t got no imp
I gotta get paid with the swiftness
See I started my life a little scandalous
I used to beat my broad, you ain’t never handle yo woman
Like I did mine with a hammer, don’t fall in love
No matter how much you love the slut, she can’t be trust
You better start breakin’ these women
Cause some of these women be cakin’ …
… I thought you knew
You see my broads they be robbin’ these boys
With a .357 and it sound like toys
I gotta keep ’em fresh like some real tight Daisy Dukes
I gotta sell and bail from prostitutes
I gotta throw on the fire on smoke on some pure
Yeah, cause I’m the mack of the year
[Verse 3]
Now these women on my jock in the projects
But I’m (?) trust a groupie like that, I just see the vamp
Cause they don’t wanna get up out they haul killin’
They be lookin’ for a groupie game on the skinny pimpin’
See I’m poppin’ … I gotta g-izz-et (?)
My best friend is a robber, 211, just a AK
(?) real playas don’t play
Broke hoes, broke nose, me want the (?)
I’m stackin’ and packin’ the money
By breakin’ all my broads pockets
Knockin’ boots, I’m makin’ cheese
G’s droppin’ off the (?)
Playas real playas yea they givin’ up the (?)
Don’t think that I won’t ask ya what ya do, what ya do-do? In yo mouth, mane they love them Daisy Duke freaks
(?) with a (?) never (?) take a lick
But pay me, get me mine then I’m outta here
“You can have it all” cause I’m the mack of the year

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Ace Hood – In My Bag Lyrics

[Intro]
Ay dios mios!
Body Bag (Bag)
Oh yeah, nigga (Uh)
I wanna take off
Uh

[Verse: Ace Hood]
Raise up my levels, I’m doing it
I bought some Balenci’s and ruined them
That shit on the dash, I’m doing it
The vision aligned, I’m doing it
My Queen on her shit and she doing it
Want it, she on it, pursuing it
I’m with the kids then I’m in the gym, then I’m in the studio doing it
Miss me with all the confusion, I leave it all in the music
You niggas square as a rubix, I’m in a pair of the newest
I’m out in Paris, I’m doing it
Under influence, I’m wooing it
I hear your music, I’m booing it
You lay a finger, I’m queuing it
I let her pull on the roots, I wanna feel on her roots
So much shit I’d do, let that freon loose
You got that peon juice
Neon whip, on coupe
Talk my shit, I bought a new stick
I ain’t even planning on shooting up shit
No way could change, memory lane
I’m in the parks where my enemies hang
Fuck it I’m loose, don’t be a goof
This nigga going too dumb in the booth
I got that pressure, applying it too
I been that nigga since Daisy Duke’s
I hit that button, now where’s the roof?
Speaking of GOAT, nigga here’s the proof
Heard they was talking, he signed to who?
I’m in the suit for the randevu
Caught in the moment, I’m trying to groove
Militant minded, you know how I move
I’m in the space of the manifest, ain’t got no time for the internet
I got the slightest of one regret
I should of worked with that nigga X (XX Live Long)
Bless souls, live long
Still here writing my wrongs
Plenty hits in my phone
Push to start and I’m gone
Revving the engine, it’s heavy
Rollie and ring, I’m petty
Caking this shit like a Deli
Whipping this bitch like a Deli
Body!
Bag

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Upchurch & Bottleneck – Buzz Won’t Last

Sometimes late at night when the full moon glows.
And the sleepy back roads on tabacco smoke.
On these yellow dotted lines

Through thin high beams
It takes me back in time when I turned 16
Two hands on the wheel one foot on the gas
A picture of us kissing sliden down in the dash
Couple rebel kids sippin on love in a glass
Gettin tipsy off of lips but I’m worried that the buzz won’t last

Them red lips with them shades on she’s Hollywood stuck down home
Daisy Duke on my small town
In a old truck with her buzz on
She’s dinomite on a Friday night
All dressed up for the good time
To the tall grass on the river side
Where you ain’t gonna see them city lights
It’s that orange glow from then Cedar logs
Dense diesel smoke in a one lane
It’s the hottest song on the radio that makes us feel some type of way
And I can’t help but think that it won’t last forever
Till the time fades my pain or the memories blow up my engine

Sometimes late at night when the full moon glows.
And the sleepy back roads on tabacco smoke.
On these yellow dotted lines
Through thin high beams
It takes me back in time when I turned 16
Two hands on the wheel one foot on the gas
A picture of us kissing sliden down in the dash
Couple rebel kids sippin on love in a glass
Gettin tipsy off of lips but I’m worried that the buzz won’t last

Let’s get lost on them dirt road good songs on that radio
Parked behind them hay field stemmin up then windows
Yeah
Changing lanes, tangled up like sugar cane
Hoping we can live on this buzz and it won’t go away
Yeah baby I’m holdin onto these memories
My high beams doin donuts down in the mudder beam
The southern breeze blowing and keep remindin me off
how it was way back when I could see it in my dream.

Sometimes late at night when the full moon glows.
And the sleepy back roads on tabacco smoke.
On these yellow dotted lines
Through thin high beams
It takes me back in time when I turned 16
Two hands on the wheel one foot on the gas
A picture of us kissing sliden down in the dash
Couple rebel kids sippin on love in a glass
Gettin tipsy off of lips but I’m worried that the buzz won’t last

Buzz won’t last, the buzz won’t last
Two rebel kids sippin on love in a glass.