Pimpin' Pelicans

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Its hesus nigga
Gotta outwork the work fool!

(Uh) Holy moly, how they gon' hold me
Ain't shit you could show me, molded by the O.G's
Still smoke backwood out a zip full of OG
She wanna hang out like the clip on the .40
Tryna sell that thing, she's tryna give me the pokie
Thats OD, i could flip that thang and get a rollie
You know me, ain't shit changed it's still low-key
Had to dip my city, niggas talking to the police
Tellin' them i moved a whole key
Arms up ginobili, with that trey pound i be shooting like kobe
In court like thats bologna
I'm a square your honour and all of these allegations are phony
I'm like dundee with these alligators homie
Independent movement I'm the latter day crodie
Just bagged a new bitch, her hair yellow like stoney
I don't care what you told me, bitch you gotta show me
The station is sony, 2k is so me
Projector on the wall, nigga i don't use no screens
You niggas on that codeine, xan' popping' OD
Growin' up i had it for the low, niggas know me
Hustle for a whole key, whip it 'til my nose bleed
I ain't get it but my business ran the whole v
Footsteps is y3, movado for the timepiece
Pulled up in the spot, go getters right behind me
I don't got beef, I'm on the island with a mami
On the beach gettin' a braid up, while getting a mani
Bape on the shorts and the boxers is armani
You niggas all copy, i'm hotter than tamale
Pull up in the hood, they talkin' like they can't find me
That level 2 vest don't cover where your eye be
'Member taking my last piece and buyin' a shotty
Now i send a bitch, i'm suited like gotti (Ahh)

Haha its still low-key nigga
Fuck you niggas talkin' bout
Bout to paint the fuckin' town blue on these niggas
My word!
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Haha we out nigga



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Writer(s): Boy6lue
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