Retch - Cold Pimpin lyrics

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Retch - Cold Pimpin lyrics

[Intro] When I was in the fifth grade I had three white b**hes Bringing me candy by the bags right You know what I'm saying Then all of a sudden years later Here I am again right Getting Money out a b**h a** But this time it wasn't no candy this time It was some major money I was born like this man I been breaking girlfriends since like 15, 16 years old You know a n***a ain't gonna wake up one morning And say I'm a go pimp Nah it dont work like that Pimping starts off from way back [Verse 1: Da$H] My motivation come from intoxication along with paper chasing Mama receive this picture I'm painting, please, jeez Ain't seen sober in like a year and change So my mother think I'm going insane, my father say the same Ain't in position to tell 'em different It's hard to agree when I blow my weed up out a sixth story window pane In the business district, young n***a getting it And I'm in love with it, I can't lie See my eyes, they red fried Smoke 'em out 'til they seem dead Her woman cooking me cheese eggs Her other friend got them mean legs and I'm tryna f** What you thought we was just kicking it, couple blunts and that liquor My music playing, saying that she digging it, turned into me dicking it f**ing of course, does it for sport I die young and leave a good looking corpse My type of thoughts, sh** Embroid my skin in case the plan don't work Wear my memories on my arm just like a god damn shirt Word, word, word, word Word, word, word, word Word, word, word, word Word, word, word [Verse 2: Retch] Last night I had smoked until my lungs hurt Woke up with a white b**h from a concert This sh** is cool but I got to get these one's first In Polo denim that be tailored like some converse My kicks by Jordan, jeans by Lauren, skully 'Lo too You always wondering 'bout this lifesyle, I could show you I'm in a taxi uptown, I got the window cracked Said I could smoke, I sparked the blunt and took a hit of that Gold digital watches with gold squares in my pockets Cause a n***a can't afford to leave gold diggers with profit s**a n***a, I'm not it, I be styling on these freak hoes Met her and f**ed her man that story about a week old She woke up and cooked scrambled eggs on wheat toast I banged her sister and she kept it on the lee low Kinda embarra**ed, tried to blame it on the tree smoke She said she tried it, but she never smoke what we smoke b**h, cause this a blunt full of dust baby She looked at me like I'm f**ing crazy Laughed a bit, I'm just f**ing with ya Now roll over, let a n***a put something in ya She abided my dick, she rided Booty it be clapping all melodic Making beats in the sheets But you don't hear me though To her a** is where her hair be though Sipping light but we heavy though

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