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you better recognize - shawty pimp lyrics

[verse 1]
drop it off, drop it off, b*tch i got a f*ckin’ tone
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t and b*tch i’m finna sn*tch your [?]
pound of weed in my lap, d*mn i think i’m ready to chief
stop up at the f*ckin’ store, yo i’m ’bout to switch the street
cut that motherf*cka up, [?]
ride off in the sunset hoe and i’m straight up blowin’ ink
in that f*ckin’ ac as i’m chillin’ like a f*ckin’ pimp
i don’t give a f*ck ’cause a n*gga [?]
so i get that glock and smoke the scene because i’m ready to stang
and [?], no punk ass n*ggas slippin’ mane
aw sh*t, [?]
now i gotta make a motherf*ckin’ stang
cap him in his brain mane, then ball up in the cutlass thang
still got a bud from the swisha, now i kinda know
everybody’s sh*t, but it ain’t nothin’ so i keep on goin’
i’m about cl!ck up on these n*ggas, [?]
b*tch i thought you knew i got that motherf*ckin’ [?]
comin’ to you in the disguise and it’s just a big surprise
keep on talkin’ sh*t mane, i promise n*gga you gon’ die
thinkin’ that you f*ckin’ with some [?] n*gga, test your luck
leave you in the ditch with bl**dy guts, mane you f*cked up
shouldn’t’ve f*cked with a n*gga that be known for wreckin’ sh*t
i’m about to make a hit, you better recognize

[chorus]
b*tch, you better recognize, you better recognize
you better recognize, b*tch, you better recognize
you better recognize, you better recognize
you better recognize, b*tch, you better recognize
you better recognize, you better recognize
you better recognize, b*tch, you better recognize
[verse 2]
don’t slip ’cause you’ll get caught and i’ll blow your ass off
with the shot of buckshot, knockin’ n*ggas socks off
pistol grip to your tongue, get my motherf*ckin’ hustle on
what’s the [?] ,where’s your [?], buck it down, now your gone
’cause i’m [?], what’s up to my n*gga rob
ridin’ in that taurus mane and that junt is sittin’ clean
ballin’ down in [?] n*ggas slangin’ ‘caine
what’s up mane, to my n*gga [?] caddy thang
[?] cruisin’ while we chiefin’ hay
and my n*ggas, [?] from around the way
and it’s ’cause of every mane, yeah i can’t forget you dogs
see that lil’ money [?] they about their f*ckin’ haul
the bud mane, the sweet stuff, he’s the one who’s got that ‘ply
buy a blunt and fit a junt with weed and now we super high
all my n*ggas down mane ’cause we [?] bound
what’s up [?] and his nephew [?] down to clown
and my n*gga [?] now he’s doin’ fine
grilled up, makin’ money, many cheese all the time
runnin’ man through the step, better known as [?]
all them funky b*tches in the streets, they keep ’em on the floor
and the youngest police [?] all this n*gga know
baby we’ll be comin’ for you [?] hoe
and i’m finna hit the strip ’cause i’m a motherf*ckin’ pimp
b*tch you better recognize ’cause i’m ’bout to k!ll a b*tch, trick
[chorus]
you better recognize, b*tch, you better recognize
you better recognize, you better recognize
you better recognize, b*tch, you better recognize
you better recognize, you better recognize
you better recognize, b*tch, you better recognize
you better recognize, you better recognize
you better recognize, b*tch, you better recognize

- shawty pimp lyrics

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