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Pimp Talk Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Pimp Square
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Dylan Goodman
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Lil Pimp Square - Pimp Talk Lyrics
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I tend to over-task, money been my opposition
Love it, but I'll throw it fast, gotta keep my head above the water
Ain't no holdin' back, I know that's where their motive's at
Plenty fakes around me, ain't gon' jump because they know it's bad
Remember I was takin' losses, I ain't have no attitude
But now the ones who made it lost it, we supposed to be mad at you
Don't you be upset, you ain't the only one who's havin' moves
So y'all can call me pimp, I keep it real while y'all been cappin' through
See, I ain't known for holdin' threats just steppin' on them broken necks
They never speak up on my name because they know how cold it gets
This shit chilly, f*ck around, you might just catch a frozen death
I come from waters that's so deep, ain't no point to hold your breath
See, them plottin, you playin' checkers, I'm pullin' up with chess
If you a demon, then I'm god-like, been hopin' I stay blessed
Tryna push me past the limit, I ain't reached it yet
I know that I could be the best when everybody wants it
You gon' see how crazy feelin' gets
F*ck the competition, got them chokin' when I reach for necks
I think it's odd you bitchin, I was hopin' I would be impressed
I'll get my coffin when I'm made, so everybody out to get me
Shit is all up in they face, confidence is drippin' off me
But so hardly what they taste, my team is feastin
While your homies livin' off all our scrapes
Call me pimp, I want some Benjamins, you been actin' feminine
So if they askin' us, there ain't no way that we defendin' him
I don't want the cash, I want his name stripped, we endin' him
It's f*ck his whole family and that bitch that's layin' next to him
If you gettin' petty, well, I'm petty too, that shit that I already knew
Your mom was suckin' dick at work, you couldn't stay ahead in school
Said that you weren't ready, fool
Hold on, this shit won't spark, f*ck
I tried again and still this shit won't spark
I've had some money on my head, still no one's hit no marks
That shit ain't funny what you said, don't think you been so smart
Ain't gotta notice me, I'll be there soon, hopefully
I'm just tryna check her out, you know just how my motives be
Got me talkin' different, still this little bitch ain't controllin' me
Always kept it real and you the type who tends to fold in heat
You don't get no plate because you late your flowers sittin' in the shade
A school full of hard knocks, I'll call you bitches any day
Get it twisted, if I'm in the mention, shit is gettin' flamed
I won't miss it, put it on my image, hit it till it breaks
I need power and respect, a couple hours, I'll expect
Know they pussy gonna cower when devoured off the net
If they lookin, it don't matter, you can't counter with a flex
Leave him sour, seen him pheenin' for the flower off a check
That's a wreck, yeah, that's a wreck
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English

I tend to over-task, money been my opposition
Love it, but I'll throw it fast, gotta keep my head above the water
Ain't no holdin' back, I know that's where their motive's at
Plenty fakes around me, ain't gon' jump because they know it's bad
Remember I was takin' losses, I ain't have no attitude
But now the ones who made it lost it, we supposed to be mad at you
Don't you be upset, you ain't the only one who's havin' moves
So y'all can call me pimp, I keep it real while y'all been cappin' through
See, I ain't known for holdin' threats just steppin' on them broken necks
They never speak up on my name because they know how cold it gets
This shit chilly, f*ck around, you might just catch a frozen death
I come from waters that's so deep, ain't no point to hold your breath
See, them plottin, you playin' checkers, I'm pullin' up with chess
If you a demon, then I'm god-like, been hopin' I stay blessed
Tryna push me past the limit, I ain't reached it yet
I know that I could be the best when everybody wants it
You gon' see how crazy feelin' gets
F*ck the competition, got them chokin' when I reach for necks
I think it's odd you bitchin, I was hopin' I would be impressed
I'll get my coffin when I'm made, so everybody out to get me
Shit is all up in they face, confidence is drippin' off me
But so hardly what they taste, my team is feastin
While your homies livin' off all our scrapes
Call me pimp, I want some Benjamins, you been actin' feminine
So if they askin' us, there ain't no way that we defendin' him
I don't want the cash, I want his name stripped, we endin' him
It's f*ck his whole family and that bitch that's layin' next to him
If you gettin' petty, well, I'm petty too, that shit that I already knew
Your mom was suckin' dick at work, you couldn't stay ahead in school
Said that you weren't ready, fool
Hold on, this shit won't spark, f*ck
I tried again and still this shit won't spark
I've had some money on my head, still no one's hit no marks
That shit ain't funny what you said, don't think you been so smart
Ain't gotta notice me, I'll be there soon, hopefully
I'm just tryna check her out, you know just how my motives be
Got me talkin' different, still this little bitch ain't controllin' me
Always kept it real and you the type who tends to fold in heat
You don't get no plate because you late your flowers sittin' in the shade
A school full of hard knocks, I'll call you bitches any day
Get it twisted, if I'm in the mention, shit is gettin' flamed
I won't miss it, put it on my image, hit it till it breaks
I need power and respect, a couple hours, I'll expect
Know they pussy gonna cower when devoured off the net
If they lookin, it don't matter, you can't counter with a flex
Leave him sour, seen him pheenin' for the flower off a check
That's a wreck, yeah, that's a wreck
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Writer: Dylan Goodman
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