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pimped out, dripped out - ths cal lyrics

[tag]
it’s tsand fool!

[chorus]
got me feeling pimped out when i’m dripped out
getting money, i don’t gotta trip now
n*ggas mad i got a bust down on my wrist now
you was hating but we gettin’ rich now
n*ggas swear they tote all them bl!cks in them pics on that cap sh*t
you not a hood n*gga boy you a catfish
don’t hit my line, you ain’t talkin’ no cash sh*t
call him 6ix9ine ’cause he f*cked on a rat b*tch

[verse 1]
i’m the man if you don’t know who it is
real n*gga, never needed a b*tch
why you lovin’ on them goofy n*ggas baby come and f*ck wit’ the kid
and we can pull up to the cut in a benz
i ain’t worried ’bout a homie or a partner, i’m up dog sh*t
they done took the love up out my heart, i know i lost it
i don’t f*ck wit’ n*ggas ’cause they steady on that soft sh*t
i’m a savage n*gga, all i need me is a boss b*tch
aye, saucy n*gga wit’ the money, ask yo b*tch about me
she done hit my line and told a n*gga she can’t live without me
i’ma dominate the city, don’t you ever doubt me
making all these moves, every day i’m in a different county
you ain’t no steppa, and you ain’t no k!lla
you ain’t a real b*tch, you be f*ckin’ different n*ggas
[chorus]
got me feeling pimped out when i’m dripped out
getting money, i don’t gotta trip now
n*ggas mad i got a bust down on my wrist now
you was hating but we gettin’ rich now
n*ggas swear they tote all them bl!cks in them pics on that cap sh*t
you not a hood n*gga boy you a catfish
don’t hit my line, you ain’t talkin’ no cash sh*t
call him 6ix9ine ’cause he f*cked on a rat b*tch

[verse 2]
i’m that n*gga, i done did it again
see i done hit it now she tellin’ her friends
other night i had sharyna over, we was coming heat in the benz
today it’s leah and she bringin’ a friend
but every night and every day i steady staying on the grind
b*tches come and go but wit’ this money it’s yo time n*gga
runnin’ to that bag it ain’t no worries on my mind n*gga
we’ll be on yo head if you talkin’ outta line n*gga
we ain’t lovin’ on no b*tches, we ain’t loving on no hoes
we ain’t beefin’ wit’ no goofy, we ain’t cuffin’ on no hoes
i been running up this pape and i don’t really got no woes
and it’s strictly only brothers, only rolling wit’ the bros, lil b*tch
lil b*tch
lil b*tch, b*tch
lil b*tch, b*tch
lil b*tch
[chorus]
got me feeling pimped out when i’m dripped out
getting money, i don’t gotta trip now
n*ggas mad i got a bust down on my wrist now
you was hating but we gettin’ rich now
n*ggas swear they tote all them bl!cks in them pics on that cap sh*t
you not a hood n*gga boy you a catfish
don’t hit my line, you ain’t talkin’ no cash sh*t
call him 6ix9ine ’cause he f*cked on a rat b*tch

- ths cal lyrics

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