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big pimpin' (remix) - ripsi winelover lyrics

[jay*z]
uhh, uh uh uh
it’s big pimpin baby..
it’s big pimpin, spendin g’s
feel me.. uh*huh uhh, uh*huh..
ge*ge*geyeah, geyeah
ge*ge*geyeah, geyeah..

you know i * thug em, f*ck em, love em, leave em
cause i don’t f*ckin need em
take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
but i don’t f*ckin feed em
first time they fuss i’m breezin
talkin bout, “what’s the reasons?”
i’m a pimp in every sense of the word, b*tch
better trust than believe em
in the cut where i keep em
til i need a nut, til i need to beat the guts
then it’s, beep beep and i’m pickin em up
let em play with the d*ck in the truck
many chicks wanna put jigga fist in cuffs
divorce him and split his bucks
just because you got good head, i’ma break bread
so you can be livin it up? sh*t i..
parts with nothin, y’all be frontin
me give my heart to a woman?
not for nothin, never happen
i’ll be forever mackin
heart cold as assassins, i got no passion
i got no patience
and i hate waitin..
hoe get yo’ ass in
and let’s ri*i*i*i*i*ide.. check em out now
ri*i*i*i*i*ide, yeah
and let’s ri*i*i*i*i*ide.. check em out now
ri*i*i*i*i*ide, yeah
[chorus one: jay*z]
we doin.. big pimpin, we spendin g’s
check em out now
big pimpin, on b.l.a.d.’s
we doin.. big pimpin up in n.y.c
it’s just that jigga man, pimp c, and b*u*n b
yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin g’s
we doin * big pimpin, on b.l.a.d.’s
we doin.. big pimpin up in n.y.c
it’s just that jigga man, pimp c, and b*u*n b

[bun b]
n*gga it’s the * big southern rap impresario
comin straight up out the black bar*rio
makes a mill’ up off a sorry hoe
then sit back and peep my sce*nawr*e*oh
oops, my bad, that’s my scenario
no i can’t f*ck a scary hoe
now every time, every place, everywhere we go
hoes start pointin * they say, “there he go!”
now these motherf*ckers know we carry mo’ heat than a little bit
we don’t pull it out over little sh*t
and if you catch a l!ck when i spit, then it won’t be a little hit
go read a book you illiterate son of a b*tch and step up yo’ vocab
don’t be surprised if yo’ hoe stab out with me
and you see us comin down on yo’ slab
livin ghetto*fabulous, so mad, you just can’t take it
but n*gga if you hatin i
then you wait while i get yo’ b*tch b*tt*naked, just break it
you gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
now get yo’ ass to the back as i’m flyin to the track
timbaland let me spit my pro’s on
pump it up in the pro*zone
that’s the track that we breakin these hoes on
ain’t the track that we flow’s on
but when sh*t get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
we keep hoes crunk like trigger*man
fo’ real it don’t get no bigger man
don’t trip, let’s flip, gettin throwed on the flip
gettin blowed with the motherf*ckin jigga man, fool
[chorus two: bun b]
we be.. big pimpin, spendin g’s
we be.. big pimpin, on b.l.a.d.’s
we be.. big pimpin down in p.a.t
it’s just that jigga man, pimp c, and b*u*n b
cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin g’s
and we be.. big pimpin, on b.l.a.d.’s
cause we be.. big pimpin in p.a.t
it’s just that jigga man, pimp c, and b*u*n b.. n*gga

{ripsi winelover]
we*we*we*we be
big pimpin’ b*tch
you know it’s
ripsi the baddest puta
on this earth
we got lean all up in my cup b*tch
(*we*we*we*we be
big pimpin’ b*tch*)
i got big tits
and a itty bitty waist
we got drugs in the backseat
im sippin lean by the gallon
and i’m smoking weed
i get so high b*tch
(*so high*)
we*we*we*we be
big pimpin’ b*tch
y’all hoes wanna
get rid of me b*tch
but that can never happen
b*tch
and all you stupid b*tches
be hating on me and you dont even
write your raps
embarassing hoe
now im here with the king of rap jay*z
and ugk
the best b*tches in the rap game
you hoes will never compete with
them think again b*tch
[pimp c]
uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup
all my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
if he up, watch him fall, n*gga i can’t f*ck witch’all
if i wasn’t rappin baby, i would still be ridin mercedes
chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
uhhh, now what y’all know bout them texas boys
comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise

- ripsi winelover lyrics

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