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Dewey da Don - Pimpin on Pluto lyrics

Artist: Dewey da Don

album: Slimedotte Bounty


I'd fucking die before I take the stand
Fifty grand in a rubber band
Moving keys the piano man
I done played with coke for life span
100 thou in my sound scan
Never been to a summer jam
No work that's a bummer man
I got a thousand zans in a coke can
Gone remix my sprite then
Fo Five by my nightstand
Blowing Loud like a marching band
I had a tech nine for a hype man
I lost my cousin it ain't right man
Hope my nigga saw the light fam
Niggas die and its gangland
For the right life ill kill a man
Ten a key out in a Tennessee
Tell the fiends come b
Orderlies from over seas
I ordered them just to service me
Fish bowel my Tahoe swinging hard like don key
Fuck a room itch give me head
Been a star like my nigga lee
Toe to toe and I riding 4s
Wrist froze like a Eskimo
I'm at pappadeux bout to drop a load
In and out bitch give and go
Plug talk gotta keep it low
Cause the Feds steady trying to crack the code
Get paid you already know Im stacking bread off a ready nose
Speaking of pluto
We living on pluto
World ice cold and im sicker than chuto
Keep the grass low for the snakes with the two tones
The face niggas put on
I got my foot on they neck with the boot on
I got my hood i gotta rep it put the hood on
I keep a extra clip they found my mamma on
Side of the road no time for no petty shit
My heart is cold
I keep it cool with these niggas tho
Cause this ain't what you want
She want my dick on her tippy toes
She gone be walking boe legged and pigeon toed
I wont even hit a hoe
Im to political
I want residuals
I don't need you or your bread its the principle
We hooking up this how the shit finna go
Im pushing up straight off the tricep
Ball and i dunk off a side step
Like Martin Luther im a ghetto prophet
I had a Dream in the projects
How many niggas in prison want time for killing for whippin and pyrex
Most of these niggas is rats that is fact we killing our complex
Whatever happened to loyalty
I deal with these niggas accordingly
I cannot sell you a quarter p
All money aint good to me
Every lil bitch aint good for me
Open you third eye and take a look at me
You just a book and I'm Booker T
I see the shit that you couldn't see
I see the shit that you couldn't see

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