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poetic pimpin' - lofty305 lyrics

[verse 1: lofty305]
yuh, what y’all n*ggas know about that sh*t though?
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
lofty305, see
what ya n*ggas know, about this here?
p*ssy n*gga this pimpin’ end yo’ career
’cause a stupid ass b*tch, yeah she want my d*ck
don’t trust that b*tch, don’t trust that b*tch
i was with her, the other motherf*ckin’ day
smokin’, a j, she smoked on my beret
yeah that be my d*ck head, b*tch i keep yo’ b*tch fed
yeah i keep that b*tch fed with big d*ck big head
yeah, that is what she got, so she suck my d*ck a lot
you might be up on that reggie, but i smoke that crip a lot
yeah n*gga, what you got? metro zu, this what we bop
in this b*tch, all day it’s hot, b*tch take your shirt off or you pass out
bang, bang, bang, b*tch
pimp, sh*t, stupid hoe
aye, aye, get my money b*tch
go, go, go, go

[verse 2: poshtronaut]
yeah, stupid b*tch, what?
d*mn, that’s mr. b, okay
f*ck you b*tch
on my d*ck, she boppin’ be, suckin’ that sh*t sloppily
she think she do propеrly, no there ain’t no stoppin’ me
mr. b a dog, hoе, i f*ck you and all yo’ friends
yeah you know just how it go, f*ck you ’til the party end
lay you on yo’ back, yeah, yeah you likin’ that, yeah
don’t you know my d*ck, c*ck it back just like a strap
give yo’ b*tch a heart attack, make her p*ssy straight collapse
i ain’t talkin’ no drug addiction, make that sh*t relapse
and you know i’m eatin’ lobster, full*blown mobster
all you other n*ggas, y’all just straight*up imposters
eat you like you pasta, b*tch i sound like gucci mane
shut that sh*t up b*tch, let me just get in yo’ coochie, mane!
sh*t, yeah, i’m all up in yo’ p*ssy
uh, okay, all up in yo’ p*ssy
what the f*ck you wanna do? i bounce on it like mario
stupid b*tch you sorry hoe, yeah you know you sorry hoe
uh, yeah i flush you down the toilet
you nothin’ but sh*t, b*tch, flush you down the toilet
uh, yeah i’m dirty with this sh*t, yeah i’m dirty with this sh*t, 305 be the sh*t, aye, b*tch
[verse 3: ruben slikk]
n*gga, cut that b*tch off
if she out of pocket, you better cut the b*tch off
tell the hoe you mean business, b*tch give me my money
and i mean that sh*t
and i motherf*ckin’ mean that sh*t, dawg
i motherf*ckin’ mean that sh*t
if the hoe out of pocket (let me preach to y’all n*ggas, dawg)
let me preach to y’all n*ggas
see, about a b*tch, dawg, you gotta break her. you gotta make her somethin’ that she wanna be (make that b*tch sum’)
take that b*tch to ecstasy, dawg. when she wishes she gotta be addicted like a drug (like heroin)
except your soul, your pimpin’ gotta be heroin, n*gga, you gotta know you that raw (you gotta be that boy)
you gotta pimp them hoes, reach deep in a b*tch purse and let ’em know you mean business, mack these hoes
but dawg, one thing you gotta realize is, game recognize game, the way you recognize me
i am that, hashish form of game, that you wish to be
how do i*how do you figure that, you might ask?
’cause i f*cked your b*tch
i already f*cked your b*tch, she done sucked my d*ck
so just recognize game, and add more b*tches to my stable
you already know, ruben slikk and f*ckin’ stereo

[outro: ruben slikk]
i beat the p*ssy to the beat of the bongos
and as the drum goes and sways, from left to right
i beat that p*ssy until it’s, no longer tight and i ignite
the tip of the blunt and i, spite any b*tch with no money, no grip that i, might be able to grip
’cause b*tch, i need it
i told that b*tch to hit the f*ckin’ knees and suck my p*n*s when she brought me, a 50 dollar bill
i told her, lay down i’ll make that p*ssy squeal but have more the next time that we f*ck
b*tch came back next time with 20 bucks and i’m like, what the f*ck?
b*tch, you’re nasty
give me my cash and walk the right f*ck past me, you nasty*ass b*tch
i gotta have my stacks, pimpin’ hoes stone cold hard like that (ruben motherf*ckin’ slikk)
i go hard on a b*tch
i be mackin’ these hoes
yeah these b*tches ain’t sh*t, but if you is a seal

- lofty305 lyrics

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