Jimmy Wopo - Big Pimpin' lyrics

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Jimmy Wopo - Big Pimpin' lyrics

[Intro] I'm big pimpin' right now n***a I'm big pimpin' right now, where that lean at? Where that lean at? b**h, where that lean? It's Woponese, you know what that mean, what I mean, big pimpin' n***a Listen to me n***a Listen to me Hear me out [Verse 1] One, thirteen, nine-seven when they made a legend Oh sh** he got that chopper, its a one eighty seven About to blow up on that ops, since the nine eleven And I'm always on my grind, in the line for seconds b**h I do the crime because my lawyer aggressive Oh and these turned your livers into simple possessions Ten racks on some straps just for extra protection Level six on my chest sh** I gotta invest in 'em Cause I done torch n***as down when they toting they weapon Pull, pull up on a n***a, I ain't ask him no questions He get a rep from the Tec about some sh** he was repping Catch him in a lobby trying to get to the exit Walk up on a n***a and I ask for directions Soon as he looked to left, hit his a** with the FN Give me the price if it's right, then his life I'm finessing Speaking of finessing I finessed the connection Because he was coming through collecting but I wasn't progressing I watch my daughter with the carbon, say I'm overprotective Cruising down Elm Street with my AR-15 No you don't want Jimmy Wop to pop up in your dream I'm a f**ing grave digger and a codine fiend I got the sack on these b**hes counting Mean Joe Green Drop kick from the chick, b**h don't step in in the ring Smiles goofy like he six but a vet with the beam B-Boolin in the jets got a Tec with the string I'll leave that a** Red Bull, you gonna definitely get wings I'm on your head, on that bread like some sesame seeds RIP JD and n***a free [?] You can't bob and weave these two two threes Scrape money, Mayweather couldn't even box these They kick and flip, n***a these Jet Li's I let 'em fly like bu*terfly, sting like bees I got a mission and [?] feeding Grandma B She wanna do it off the percs, told me bring LGs They saying Wop about to blow, n***a who you gonna feed? n***a my momma and my daughter and my boy Taylor [?] But wait, n***a hold that, Imma f** the whole trap Whole lane boys n***a Imma f** the whole rack New n***as whack they ain't hotter than my old raps n***as think they doing something busting on my old snaps f**ing all my old hoes, toting all my old straps Imma have a couple mill still pimpin' shootin' craps Player I ain't preaching to you, n***a I'm just stating facts You ain't got that paperwork then you can't say he a rapper I remember way back, eating hot and cold packs Used to hit the corner store, steal chips and fruit snacks Be the same n***a from the clubhouse, turn Mickey Mouse Soon as I see a square round, I just kick him out Everywhere I go I got a n***a with that chickie out Treetop piru n***a check my f**ing body count [Outro] Lame, lame (Treetop piru n***a check my f**ing body count) Big pimpin' (Big pimpin' right now) Woponese Pimpin right now (Bullet in my cup and another in my gun)