Pimpin Ain't Eazy Lyrics

Pimpin Ain't Eazy - Kodak Black

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Tied, they dead, flies everywhere

Y'all know that, it's Lil Kodak, ay, you play, you lay

Ain't no punk in me

Ain't no punk in me but I be pulling out strap

Like I'm a dyke, or something

I be pullin' out straps on these fuck niggas

I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches

Like a dyke man, you niggas can't fuck with me

If a nigga says it's up, then it's stuck with me

What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy

I'm invincible, niggas can't beat me

Ay, what's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy

I'm invincible, niggas can't beat me

I was in A5, me and Pac hittin' it

I been out six months, made four million

Slidin' in a '64, windows tinted

Nigga had to get low, them boys start hittin'

Fuck around, hit the lil' hoe with no jimmy

If a nigga say go, better go kill him

Said that Lil' Zo he cut throat with no feelings

Mama watch her lil' boy turn to a menace

I don't care, I go fed, get a life sentence

I want everybody dead, nigga no limit

I don't shake niggas' hands, 'cause I ain't friendly

When I pull up to the crib, have 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 4-5, don't panic

When I whip out the 4-5, don't panic

I be pullin' out straps on these fuck niggas

I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches

Like a dyke man, you niggas can't fuck with me

If a nigga says it's up, then it's stuck with me

What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy

I'm invincible, niggas can't beat me

Ay, what's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy

I'm invincible, niggas can't beat me

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 nigga, get a dime

If you kill a rap nigga, 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 nigga 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 cheque, to a jet-ski

I beatbox a nigga like the music

I'm thuggin' in my Reebok, 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

I be pullin' out straps on these fuck niggas

I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches

Like a dyke man, you niggas can't fuck with me

If a nigga says it's up, then it's stuck with me

What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy

I'm invincible, niggas can't beat me

Ay, what's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy

I'm invincible, niggas can't beat me