Retch - Pimp Sport lyrics

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Retch - Pimp Sport lyrics

[Produced by Thelonious Martin] [Intro] Spontaneous trips to Africa and all sorts of fly sh** you know nothing about n***a, f** with me [Verse 1] I'm like fresh, playing chess with my father, hit the barber Get the taper, hit the block, throw the shakers Make a hundred, hit the steps, we getting blunted Shorty faded, puss was great so I ate it On the counter, sh** begin to slide up out her Recite the lyrics in the shower, want the power Had the visions, saw it all in dope and powder Wanted the block and now it's ours Eddie Bauer's, with the G packs The workers need that, the fiends return with great feedback She hit the crills like a bad lieutenant I'm in the bucket and it's stallion tinted, I sport Italian linens My whole battallion sinners Drug dealers accompanied by foreign women b**hes I bend em like denim, for-real Kidnap the first place winner for a dog show out in Boston, stamp on the dope still readith awsome I'm steady flossin, purvey your misfortune, n***a You feel that wind blowing n***a? that's me [Hook] That money coming like sweet s** I sit back, take a deep breath It's pimp sport, you just tryna get your feet wet I vow to never beg for p**y like Keith Sweat I vow to never beg for p**y like Keith Sweat It's pimp sport, you just tryna get your feet wet I vow to never beg for p**y like Keith Sweat [Verse 2] The way my wifey s** me make my purpose felt In a Polo Sport duffel, where the work is held, for twelve racks Look like 'Lo sweats with the red horse, cause the Mets lost My mans dropped out of high school, just got the fresh Porsche We floss in fresh cloth, we never stress who*es Meet the connect with Castillos, he live in a tall fort Watching ball sports, I copped the d** wearing small shorts Slid out, hopped in the S, hit the church then pa**ed a smoker sermon I'm on the benches, looking German I'm on the benches, looking German Breath smell like talapia and bourbon, reefer burning Polo Sporting Goods n***a Go f** your aunts father [Hook] That money coming like sweet s** I sit back, take a deep breath It's pimp sport, you just trying get your feet wet I vow to never beg for p**y like Keith Sweat I vow to never beg for p**y like Keith Sweat It's pimp sport, you just trying get your feet wet I vow to never beg for p**y like Keith Sweat