Pimpin Ain't Eazy

LETRA

Pimpin Ain't Eazy

[Intro]:
Ty, they dead, flies everywhere
Y’all know that, it’s Lil Kodak, you play, you late
Ain’t no punk in me.. ain’t no punk me but I be pulling out the strap
Cause I’m a dyke, son

[Chorus]:
I be pullin’ out straps on these f*** niggas
I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches
Like a dyke man, you niggas can’t f*** with me
If a ni*** says it’s up, ni*** start with me!
What’s the principle? Pimpin’ ain’t easy
I’m invincible, niggas can’t beat me
Aye, What’s the principle? Pimpin’ ain’t easy
I’m invincible, niggas can’t beat me
[Verse 1]:
I was in the 8-5, me and Pac hittin’ it
I been out 6 months, made 4 million
Slide in the 6-4, windows tinted
Nigga had to get low, boy start hittin’
F*** around, hit the lil’ hoe no jimmy
If a ni*** say go, better go kill him
Said that Lil’ Zo can cut throat with no feelings
Mama watch her own boy turn into a menace
I don’t care, I go fed and get a life sentence
I want everybody dead, ni*** no limit
I don’t shake niggas hands, cause I ain’t friendly
When I pull up to the crib, had no panties
I been leanin’ to the right, like I’m on xannies
I been thuggin’ all my life, I ain’t romantic
When I whip out the .45, don’t panic
When I whip out the .45, don’t panic

[Chorus]:
I be pullin’ out straps on these f*** niggas
I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches
Like a dyke man, you niggas can’t f*** with me
If a ni*** says it’s up, ni*** start with me!
What’s the principle? Pimpin’ ain’t easy
I’m invincible, niggas can’t beat me
Aye, What’s the principle? Pimpin’ ain’t easy
I’m invincible, niggas can’t beat me
[Verse 2]:
New AP, flood, water on my butt like a tub
I got my lil’ gun in the club, don’t worry about me, I’m a thug
You a kill a street ni***, get a dime
If you kill a rap ni***, get a dub
Big chain on my neck, don’t budge
Fuckin’ DeJ Loaf like a stud
I swapped out the mic for the gun
I swapped out the ice for the mud
I swapped out the spice for the bud
Fuckin’ on a dyke, I’m in love
I’m fuckin’ with a dyke, she the one
Kodak don’t show no remorse, I be automatic tryin’ get a ni*** touched
Kodak on tour, with his boys, say they got a whole gun store on the bus
Missy Elliott, come and sex me
Hoppin’ off a jet, to a check, to a jetski
I beatbox a ni*** like the music
I’m thuggin’ in my Rebok, I never need Gucci
I don’t even see the confusion
I’m fuckin’ Young M.A., long as she got a coochie
Say she got the strap and the toolie, say she put the crack in her booty
[Chorus]:
I be pullin’ out straps on these f*** niggas
I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches
Like a dyke man, you niggas can’t f*** with me
If a ni*** says it’s up, ni*** start with me!
What’s the principle? Pimpin’ ain’t easy
I’m invincible, niggas can’t beat me
Aye, What’s the principle? Pimpin’ ain’t easy
I’m invincible, niggas can’t beat me