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pink monty - lil ginobili lyrics

walk in the crib with fn’s, and ar’s
pink monty be the mix
you know these n*ggas always jeffin’
they ain’t never took a trip
can peep a snake from down the way
can see that n*gga thru the tint
tell me how is you a trapper?
you ain’t never moved a brick

steady talking bout’ the road
but you can’t even up a strip
i’m convinced you not a trapper
i can’t even catch a scent
you don’t even own a scale
so n*ggas really serving hit
catch you thru that backdoor
you know you gotta build suspense
junkies lining by the door
i know they chasing for a hit
all these quote on quote k!llers
you ain’t never took a hit
walk downs and alley oops
you never had to pull a skit
caught him sleeping with a b*tch
guess he was thinking with his d*ck
i’m with a redbone b*tch
she five*six, and tote sticks
she be playing with her nose
the way that b*tch be eating d*ck
yeah it’s ironic he be giving passes
but don’t get assists
i should’ve bet the under over
other words you just a b*tch
really pressure on the go
can really put you on the floor
so what i’m saying is
i call it in and you gone touch the floor
an overload, he ain’t a cpu
but froze up, get him gone
pink runts and lava cake
we really having all the loads
don’t give a f*ck about a gun
don’t get tapped i know the lo
can have some sweepers hit the street
and clean that whole block you on
i saw a n*gga black and white
that n*gga knowing that he told
but still be talking like a gangsta
it be crazy how it go
i know the rules, the streets ain’t got a code
i never heard a n*gga win
and beat the streets
you meet the feds or you a ghost
you gotta play the hand that’s dealt
you backstab, yeah you a hoe
can send a n*gga down south and i ain’t put him on a boat
i heard he dropped like 6 feet
them n*ggas still making tweets
he got left on the east
i guess he thought that sh*t was sweet
n*ggas lame, heard you dropped a chain
but got nowhere to sleep
put a price on yo head and make it hard for you to sleep
collecting all the debt
if you ain’t got it talk is cheap
you ain’t never took a risk
so you don’t understand the feat
they put that n*gga down like he ate too many treats
you tricked off on that b*tch
n*ggas mad it wasn’t me
them n*ggas down bad
they can’t even pay the lease
i dare a n*gga try to play
i’ll be the last one you see
these n*ggas looking lost
like they ain’t got nowhere to be
i see that run slowed down
and n*ggas begging for some cheese
so once you pick a side
you gotta know it’s hunting season
get yo b*tch off my line
she keep sending me her cleavage
i can’t make the rules
i just follow for a reason, you an instagram thug
but you be purping like a demon
b*tch i know the real
i wish yo moms ate the s*m*n
i see em out in person
they gone tuck it, willie beamen

- lil ginobili lyrics

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