KINGPIN SKINNY PIMP

KINGPIN SKINNY PIMP - TV's (24's & Wang) lyrics

rate me

Yeah mayn, this Jack frost

And this the anthem for them ballers who live to floss

I see ya mayn

You watchin TV's with DVD's, you just lost your top

And you ridin on rims that keep spinnin when the car stop (Schrrrr)

I ain't mad at'cha playa, ya got money to burn huh?

I tell ya what, ya need'a spend it cause you got it

That's what I do

Check it, the Rap Hustlaz made this one for you, playa

Turn ya TV's on, light'cha truck up

Turn ya TV's on, light'cha car up

You got a system in that junt, let it wang (Let it wang)

23's, Kinfolks, do ya thang (Do ya thang)

Well here's a true story I gots 'ta tell

About them playas with them TV's and chrome Sprewells

It all kicked off in 2000 and 2

The first hit singles "TV's" and "Do What You Do"

Got the whole world lit, fancy trucks and cars

Pullin nothin but superstars on Beverly Boulevard

Diamond bezel blingin out the tint, ya dig

Desert Eagle in my lap, on my Lakers outfit

Ya see we doin it big, that brand new smell in my ride

And I keep a amazon on the passenger side

We got the bump and the funk

Pretty ladies with the booties like the wide TV screens

Cause they think they at the movies

If you on them 24's and that candy too

Flip flop and hit cruise to my video-shoot

And these girls, they love us

They choosin to drive us

TV's in the headrest, and the sun-visors

I'm a young nigga, money and power

Top dropped, TV's, burnt orange Prowler

Flip flops with the sharks in the visor

When on a blind date, pulled up and surprised her

She knew I was a rider, Gotti on fire

Didn't know I was illegal substance provider

They say I'm pullin stunts like my name was MacGyver

But no I'm not, I'm a North Memphis survivor (Survivor)

You got them brand new, tossin shoes, 22's

You feelin fine, your TV screen bow down

Plus you sippin Wine

That Chryssy-Chryssy, or that Mo', or that Grey Goose

You feelin loose with'cha ho

I ain't Trick Daddy nigga, but I "Slip n' Slide"

Cause my TV's on in my show-off ride

I didn't say I'm no CashMoney Millionaire

"Hood Rich" and to a bitch, I'm a zillionaire

Now since the first TVs, ya boy Shine had to flip

Shit, too hot out here in Memphis, so I had to take a trip

I'm at the BET Awards, and I got my shit shipped

Got my 24's and wang, and I'm bout to hit the strip

I'm in my Sean John valore, young black entrepreneur

Got a bag of sticky kush, and I promise you it's pure

Got them 8-1-8's, 3-2-3's, and 3-1-0's

On my 2-way, my cellphone, different hoes, area codes

Ballin down Sunset, bout to hit Roscoe

Meet Alicia, with it? We can fuck, we bout to bounce though

Navigation in my dash, givin me direction

Wangin at Yo Gotti as I hit the intersection

Pull over at the sto' for Cigarillos for my 'Dro ('Dro)

Rims still spinnin as I walk up out the sto'

Memphis to the West Coast, Kinfolks, it ain't a game

It's ya boy Kia Shine, now gon' let it waaang

Yo, this Big Ball

You know a playa like me came to straight up keep it raw

The hardest pimpin nigga that'chu biches ever saw

I come from Memphis Ten. where niggas all about they change (Yeah)

And all the real playas know my name and my game

The bitches that I kick it with, they like to keep it crunk

They smokin sticky with me, poppin lips and love to fuck

Then I go right to the studio and drop verses

Go do a show and never give a fuck about rehearsin

Get on a plane, flip to ATL and get some peaches

Miami, at the tides, chillin on South Beaches

My Rap Hustla homies pull up chiefin with some bitches (Kinfolk)

Screens fallin out the sky, on 22's, teachin

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