Sick YG, Look Pimpin! Lyrics from "Mad World"
Sick YG, Look Pimpin! Lyrics from "Mad World" |
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Look Pimpin! Lyricsby Sick YG. From Mad World Look Pimpin! by Sick YG You see my swag Now you wanna come and give me all this drag? I think you better fight back Because my hand is itchin' to give you a smack What's your name again, Jack? It's the end of the road, there ain't no turnin' back Don't let the fly face fool ya Matter 'fact, it's 'bout time that I school ya Don't worry I'm not in a hurry I don't even wanna get my fresh gear dirty A little birdie chirped of your flurry Now I must nip it, or better yet, bury Your entity, look at me while I'm talkin' I heard you was lurkinn', or was it even stalkin' My program thinkin' you the man in the place Now it's 'bout time you get a hand to the face Look Pimpin'! I ain't playin' In a minute you gonna be layin' On the ground I ain't messin' around My city! My rules! My money! My town! (x2) Brim tilted, coat quilted Fresh to death, literally I do kill it Blood spilleth in this game of death Yeah, you hear the announcer, but ain't no ref' I just kept hearin' your name too much That's it! Now I just came to touch Your backbone with a boot, a cane to the tooth It don't take much, now ain't dat the troof? My boo got a thang for you She really likes money, but the pain will do You can't hang, you a featherweight I can't believe that you made it this far, it'll never take A lotta work to make you levitate I strike first! Don't hesitate To populate the murder rate! You just sealed your fate On the holidays that'll be one less plate Look Pimpin'! I ain't playin' In a minute you gonna be layin' On the ground I ain't messin' around My city! My rules! My money! My town! (x2) You see my swag Now you wanna come and give me all this drag? I think you better fight back Because my hand is itchin' to give you a smack What's your name again, Jack? It's the end of the road, there ain't no turnin' back Don't let the fly face fool ya Matter 'fact, it's 'bout time that I school ya Don't worry I'm not in a hurry I don't even wanna get my fresh gear dirty A little birdie chirped of your flurry Now I must nip it, or better yet, bury Your entity, look at me while I'm talkin' I heard you was lurkinn', or was it even stalkin' My program thinkin' you the man in the place Now it's 'bout time you get a hand to the face Look Pimpin'! I ain't playin' In a minute you gonna be layin' On the ground I ain't messin' around My city! My rules! My money! My town! (x2) [Thanks to Daniel Germani for lyrics]
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