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sweet stangin - gimisum family lyrics

[verse 1: kingpin skinny pimp]
early one sunday mornin’, swisher blunts was on the table
but there wasn’t no time to chief
i gotta make some cheese, i gotta commit a robbery
it’s full moon, i reach into my draws and grip my jason mask
sweat pourin’ from my face, d*mn, i need some money bad
jumped into my 5.0, ballin’, as i smoke and choke
i’m finna to meet this n*gga and lil bro, where he keep his dope
think he finna serve me, sh*t, i plan to lay ’em down
matter of fact, come to find out, man
i been scopin’ him out for about two or three years now
so i scheme mean, ’cause they bring me the scr*p
talkin’ ’bout we kinfolks, but that n*gga won’t even not front me a slab
b*tch, i got him tied to the f*ckin’ tree
soaked him down in gasoline, just in case he don’t agree with me
the ki’s, i put ’em in a safe spot
i left that b*tch in flames, then i ghost with the top drop
leavin’ no f*ckin’ evidence, news three, they mad as h*ll
knowin’ we comin’ to cap at the camera man
as we come up in where we dwell, i’m just hangin’ constantly
i’m slangin’ on these shady b*tches, eventhough, you know we sweet stangin’

[chorus: kingpin skinny pimp]
don’t you know, i love sweet stangin’
place the gat to the dome, sweet stangin’
wow, wow, wow, i’m doin’ it right now
sometimes it’s seems so funny
but no money gon’ turn your life to the grou*grou*ground
[verse 2: kingpin skinny pimp]
now back up in the hood, it was all safe to hangout
until them snitchin’ police b*tches started to runnin’ they f*ckin’ mouth
just to knock some time off they ass, mane, that’s babbage as h*ll
now the dea sh*t got me locked up in a jail cell
the only n*gga that was down with me up in this tank
the almighty god, and my motherf*ckin’ shank
i stayed writin’ raps and i stayed on a plan
my object to my strive was to get my ass back in
many n*ggas tried me just to see was i a ho
i smacked and shanked and jacked them b*tches with a sock and a soap
worried about my b*tch? h*ll nah, she ain’t at the crib
she can f*ck off all she wants, if she’ll get pimpin’ outta here
got right back up on the streets
i changed my life by goin’ to church
i’m workin’ at barbara’s
i think to myself, this sh*t ain’t gonna work
’cause i’m tired of n*ggas rollin’ clean as they splurge
i got my gat again, got my mask get your ass on the curb

[bridge: kingpin skinny pimp]
rollin’ dipped in gold, ’cause i’m stangin’ on you heavy hoes
rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ roll*roll*rollin’
rollin’, rollin’, dipped in gold
rollin’, rollin’, dipped in gold, ’cause i’m stangin’ on you heavy hoes
ro—rollin’ dipped in gold, ’cause i’m stangin’ on you heavy hoes
ro—rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
roll—r*rollin’ dipped in gold
rollin’, rollin’, gold, ’cause i’m stangin’ on you heavy hoes
roll*roll*roll*roll*rollin’ dipped in gold, ’cause i’m stangin’ on you heavy hoes
rollin’ dipped in gold
ro—
[interlude: kingpin skinny pimp & homie]
i’ma get your b*tch ass, boy
that’s right, that’s right
stop hangin’ motherf*cker
we gon’ k!ll you, boy
b*tch, if i see your pizzunk izzass, gizzet everythizzing right

[verse 3: kingpin skinny pimp]
the message that i’m tryna get across to you busters
robbers will scare the sh*t out of you just like a monster
i was robbed long time ago by this amateur
he laid me under the light pole, he took my shoes and my coat
it was so d*mn petty but that d*mn fool just don’t know i know
who he is, i still see his ass when he chill
playin’ with a players life, the worst thing you could ever do
you could cut your hair and grow a beard, but i still notice you
just like a b*tch, like a ho, meanin’ that’s your f*ckin’ type
if i ever rob a n*gga it’s gotta be worth his f*ckin’ life
f*ckin’ up my hustle, f*ckin’ up my game
come to find out he didn’t have bullets in that chrome thang
jumpin’ down ’til it’s on, like gangsters don’t go out like that
robbin’ with no hollow points, like robbin’ with a baseball bat
i never forget a f*ckin’ face of a n*gga, i stuck up and leavin’ him
squashin’ that sh*t like we cool but until with you leavin’ me spooked
like a mack, ’cause they strapped, just in case of a jack
that’s the truth
[chorus: kingpin skinny pimp]
sweet stangin’, we live in a time
sometimes it’s seems so funny
but no money gonna get your ass blowed off, mane

- gimisum family lyrics

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