Roc Marciano - Paradise for Pimps lyrics

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Roc Marciano - 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 mother*****er 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