Put my trust in the lord cuz that's what them dollas be sayin
I be stayin on my toes cuz they want me blow the payment yuh
My word is bond
Smoke it until it's gone
If you got five in yo pocket hit the blunt tag along
Let me introduce you to the world of playas and pimps
Put that gold round yo neck and throw some d's on that bitch
Puffin Cubanos while I make all these plays
Loadin clips up wit them hollows tryna conquer the day
I'm feeling like I'm Mariano got the game in my hand
I'm gon spit this shit fo free cuz they can't be who I am
This that smoked out locked out riding wit that pistol grip
Fitted on my eyes got me feeling like I'm Pegasus
I'm makin plays but I swear this be the genesis
I ain't still the sauce bitch boy I invented it
Gildan blanks I ont care bout the name
Yall sweatin brands tryna break in the game that's lame
Lucy - Pimpin' Ain't Dead Lyrics
Lucy - Pimpin' Ain't Dead Lyrics
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Put my trust in the lord cuz that's what them dollas be sayin
I be stayin on my toes cuz they want me blow the payment yuh
My word is bond
Smoke it until it's gone
If you got five in yo pocket hit the blunt tag along
Let me introduce you to the world of playas and pimps
Put that gold round yo neck and throw some d's on that bitch
Puffin Cubanos while I make all these plays
Loadin clips up wit them hollows tryna conquer the day
I'm feeling like I'm Mariano got the game in my hand
I'm gon spit this shit fo free cuz they can't be who I am
This that smoked out locked out riding wit that pistol grip
Fitted on my eyes got me feeling like I'm Pegasus
I'm makin plays but I swear this be the genesis
I ain't still the sauce bitch boy I invented it
Gildan blanks I ont care bout the name
Yall sweatin brands tryna break in the game that's lame
I be stayin on my toes cuz they want me blow the payment yuh
My word is bond
Smoke it until it's gone
If you got five in yo pocket hit the blunt tag along
Let me introduce you to the world of playas and pimps
Put that gold round yo neck and throw some d's on that bitch
Puffin Cubanos while I make all these plays
Loadin clips up wit them hollows tryna conquer the day
I'm feeling like I'm Mariano got the game in my hand
I'm gon spit this shit fo free cuz they can't be who I am
This that smoked out locked out riding wit that pistol grip
Fitted on my eyes got me feeling like I'm Pegasus
I'm makin plays but I swear this be the genesis
I ain't still the sauce bitch boy I invented it
Gildan blanks I ont care bout the name
Yall sweatin brands tryna break in the game that's lame
Writer: Anthony DeLucca
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