Letra Paradise for pimps de Roc Marciano

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2012

Paradise for pimps

Blowing exotics, low in the cottage
Close define flow some latin
Cook product over stove pilots
Robotic, smoke's opening up wallets
Connect solid, PR PS's knotted
Treat flesh like cheddar for omlette
Dealfish promise heafer's a dishonest
Weapons a polish my nemesis plot is
Paradise for pimps woulda write this dense
Pop vike in the zen like vitamins
Move word fly it in get fly again
Fryer the M which is bent like a tire rim
This are the chronicles of dealers
The rhymes is not tolerable for hearing
Can't get that bla bla by my earring
That shit you poppin' get you shot by the earring
Tryin' to show you motherfucker rear in
It's synthetic I'm the real thing
It's nothing authentic about them
The sound niggers is out mimicking is ours
We miss showers, work rigorous hours
Earn six figures just spitting on albums
Been in battle, niggas is gaffed
Women harass who to live in the castle
Individuals with little will grab instead of asking
Will catch 20 in the cash shoot

[Hook]
I know feel me, 'cause I'm filthy
I still take this forward
Paying 10 stacks on a hit forward
Nigga
I know you want mine's ,'cause I'm more fly
I still mack goes with it
Gold wrist wear with the stones in it
Feel it, nigga

But tense decide us, stakes getting raised higher
My spray is so great under fire
Display the iron this is how the pros do it
When the occasion we'll show em I rose to it
They want war not appose to it
I pop holes in your old buick , it's no music
I'll actually really go and do it
I spent 20 on a rose gold cuban
Hiding the keys, low body ave to the fees
They tryin' to duplicate my shape like a baby name
Shave weight on plate blades great her mays waste
I'm just trying to earn a day's pay
Poetic track records is athletic
Dealing bars like calisthenics hail the chemist
I just come and put down the lyrics
That's just how we handle our business

[Hook]
I know feel me, 'cause I'm filthy
You still take this forward
Paying 10 stacks on the hit forward
Nigga
I know you want mine's ,'cause I'm all fly
I still mack goes with it
Gold wrist wear with the stones in it
Feel it, nigga

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[Hook]
I know feel me, 'cause I'm filthy
I still take this forward
Paying 10 stacks on a hit forward
Nigga
I know you want mine's ,'cause I'm more fly
I still mack goes with it
Gold wrist wear with the stones in it
Feel it, nigga

But tense decide us, stakes getting raised higher
My spray is so great under fire
Display the iron this is how the pros do it
When the occasion we'll show em I rose to it
They want war not appose to it
I pop holes in your old buick , it's no music
I'll actually really go and do it
I spent 20 on a rose gold cuban
Hiding the keys, low body ave to the fees
They tryin' to duplicate my shape like a baby name
Shave weight on plate blades great her mays waste
I'm just trying to earn a day's pay
Poetic track records is athletic
Dealing bars like calisthenics hail the chemist
I just come and put down the lyrics
That's just how we handle our business

[Hook]
I know feel me, 'cause I'm filthy
You still take this forward
Paying 10 stacks on the hit forward
Nigga
I know you want mine's ,'cause I'm all fly
I still mack goes with it
Gold wrist wear with the stones in it
Feel it, nigga