Young F.L.Y. - Pimp C, Pt. 2

I ain't never sold my soul but I sold a O
It ain't no tellin what they doin
But my money come congruent
Stick to it lil nigga stay down is all i heard
From my older Gs I took heed of their word
Now I'm gettin paid off of all my nouns n my verbs
And dese QPs sack it up n drop it off wit cutie
All my hoes got pretty face tight waist n nice booties
I keep winnin try not to get the
Big head like stewie
New vette engine rear got me plotting up stewing
Give me the budget that nigga don't know what he doin
I'm hot like coffee back up off me because I'm brewin

Spittin game kickin things in my own lane
Pussy niggas lame I only rep the gang
4s Up hoe chose cuz i was froze up
Double 007 grams two Os like a donut
Them niggas hatin talkin shit but nigga so what ?
I keep on winning that's why they so mad
Got me so glad
Force flex when I'm stuffing duckies in the bag
It's like tag how the paper stack cooing back to back
Don't get tap or get punch nigga n turn to a rat
I was chillin In house catch plays like madden playin madden
Deep water out here in ocean hope you gotta paddle
Fuck her good leave her shaking in the bed like the doggy waddles
Elusive in Pocket like I'm Russell
From Seattle
Bad bitch look Ciara we smoked out the riviera
She thinkin thst I'm in love but this shit aint nothin special
White toes Nd fendi
Thought Prada covered the devil
My nigga tap my line say everything is on schedule
Lock-in down the hood I got my mental together
It's all business and pain before you get pleasure
Free niggas locked and those up n heaven keep on restin
I told him that I got it meet me at the Best Western
Mental Pressure trynna keep it together
Watchin fake friends like fair weather
Niggas be like 50 I money like Mayweather
Drippin in the winter lookin for the May weather
Tare the digi it'll even pick up a feather
Mahomes wit the bars better get a Bomb shelter - bitch

Had to show them folks my versatility
Show em I'm versatile
Switch it up for them piranhas bite my style
You know lol I'm fuckkn niggas baby mamas n shit
He can't stand that
All in the house in front his child

8 cylinders
4 ways
2 plays
1 day at a time gotta get paid
Pimp C part 2 chopping heads and chopping blades
Living reckless spending shit I should probably save

Spendin shit I should probably save nigga...
Oh well least I ain't slave to a wage

Written by:
Tyler Walker

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