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pimps of 7-eleven (live) (feat. tiny timb) - $tanza the rapper lyrics

[intro}
my name’s $tanza
that’s dollar sign t*a*n*z*a
i’m a rapper from jamaica, queens
these are gonna be two songs that are gonna be on the album
the first one is called “pimps of 7*eleven”
it was the very first song i ever released, back in 2019
so this summer marks the 5th anniversary
and on this song we got my brother, tiny timb
come on up here
alright alright
so yeah, let’s get it on
this song is about ballin’ on a budget at 7*eleven
who’s a pimp out here?
(you already know, c’mon now)
big brrrr

[verse 1]
24*7, 365
pick up a twix
and a couple of pixie stix, i’m
pullin’ up with my b*tch on time
takin’ a taquito and a pizza pie
y’know, i ain’t gonna liе, i’m a secular guy
but i feel like i’m heavеn when i see that sign
and when the sirens are soundin’
i’m back in h*ll
turn a 7*eleven into a 13*twelve
ha
i’ve got a bone to pick
when they catch me, i’ll be emptyin’ a coupon clip
grey poupon drip
fit colder than a f*cker on a yukon trip
you know i’m sicker than the wuhan sh*t
at least i used to be
circa 2019 with the ebt
it was the best of times for the worst of crimes
make a fake account to get sh*t for free
tiny and me
with 20 apiece weekly
16k to k!ll, you couldn’t keep us down
we used to paint the town red
with ragu, cheesin’ with the bread
yuh
we the devils who cracked the system
offer on the app, no cap, we never missed ’em
cheapskate, wide awake with our wisdom
never go broke, take a toke
put your fist up
[hook]
we’re the pimps of 7*eleven
and we’re livin’ in a food and candy heaven
revvin’ up that chopper
i’m on my way
7*up in a cup
moppin’ up aisle 8
we’re the pimps
we’re the pimps
we’re the pimps of 7*eleven, b*tch
pimps
we’re the pimps
we’re the pimps of 7*eleven, b*tch

[verse 2]
we the pimps of the bodega
play your b*tch just like it’s sega
f*cked her in my winnebago
bang her hole like it’s a bagel
make her taste the rainbows
when i blow out skittles confetti
call me cosmic c*ck
cuz i’m ’bout to f*ck little debbie
i see some gummy sharks
and a large dr. p
they know it’s tiny timb
i’m buying sh*t
i’m on a shopping spree
i get my slurpees for free
she do burpees on my d
i had to buy this b*tch a sausage
cuz she had enough of me
i love olives in martini glasses
shiny honey buns are lookin’ like bikini asses
so high i need some reading glasses
so i can see these price tags
if i can spot a thot
then i can find a way to buy that
dare to try that
never had a pizza for a buck
or a quarter pound hotdog
but i’m ’boutta test my luck
i’m about to cause a ruckus
i don’t give a f*ck if
i’mma puke tomorrow
cuz i need to get some lunch, it’s
never too early to bring my girlie to the store, she
always mad h*rny
but i don’t want a baby stormy like i’m travis scott
i just want a soda pop
if they don’t have it stocked
then you can go and close the shop
i got a big gulp
and pickle chips from the pantry
i ain’t slim shady, only m&ms i have is candy
and i drank so many red bulls
they be going to my head
call riri, cuz i’m friends with the monsters under my bed
better cop
better get a steal
i got a snack in my dms, i wanna buy her a meal
i’m hard as steel
gettin’ all the deals up in the app
seven chains on my neck
eleven b*tches in my lap
[hook]
we’re the pimps of 7*eleven
and we’re livin’ in a food and candy heaven
revvin’ up that chopper
i’m on my way
7*up in a cup
moppin’ up aisle 8
we’re the pimps
we’re the pimps
we’re the pimps of 7*eleven, b*tch
pimps
we’re the pimps
we’re the pimps of 7*eleven, b*tch

[bridge]
rackin’ up points with the packs and the joints
got a gat, gonna pop a cap in yuh boi
papa stanza
stick your mans up
robbin’ it
no tax on my lap dance
ain’t no stoppin’ it
pullin’ out
juul pods aplenty
king*sized condoms, lube and a henny
bottled water, red solo cup and a froyo
got a lotta lotto
cuz my motto’s “hey, you never know”
[hook]
we’re the pimps of 7*eleven
and we’re livin’ in a food and candy heaven
revvin’ up that chopper
i’m on my way
7*up in a cup
moppin’ up aisle 8
we’re the pimps
we’re the pimps
we’re the pimps of 7*eleven, b*tch
pimps
we’re the pimps
we’re the pimps of 7*eleven, b*tch

[outro]
make some noise, let’s go

- tanza the rapper lyrics

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