Assistant Pimpin’

Lyrics
[Intro] Slikk, slikk, codeine Christlord, whorelord, finance Posh gang soo woo, whorelord, finance, christlord, christlord [Verse 1: Ruben Slikk] Dark skinned lean thug popping your mug ho Shout outs to all the bad bitches that I robbed Titty sucking nigga, all fuck no love Ho pay what she weigh like she reppin' trick mob Got a young bitch with the shit kicked down to a nigga cause she know I'ma let her get [?] Daddy all mad at a nigga cause I hit his daughter in his damn bed and I stole the nigga watch Proper sexy young dapper nigga, fluff my pill just to make it look bigger, swagger Hoop shorts on with my bitches, scoop snort pop pills and smoke swishers, swagger Tell me why my penis so delicious, how come when I leave you're really really gonna miss it, swagger Why ya nigga looking malnutrition, bet ya if I cooked him ain't nobody gonna miss him, swagger Pistol in the bag god damnit, pistol in my god damn bag god damnit, damnit Load that clip better not touch shit, no prints wear a rag god damnit, damnit Beat a nigga ass no reason, fuck a nigga bitch no reason Fake friends really don't need 'em, locked her in a room then a nigga DP'd her Bitch text a nigga talkin' bout some, "Will you help me sell my ass?" Got a million guns, you ain't got none, nigga, wanna buy my gat [?] on my dick, top me off and polish Money in the casket paper in her wallet Bitch text a nigga talkin' bout some, "Will you help me sell my ass?" Got a million guns, you ain't got none, nigga, wanna buy my gat Twerking on my dick, (suction) top me off and polish (suction) Money [?] paper in her wallet (her wallet) [Verse 2:Marcy Mane Laheem] (Ahh, god damn) Cell phone keep on twerkin bitch like "Help me sell my ass" I'm like "Dude, who these tricks", bitch now show me some cash Matter of fact, fuck that I'mma just get me some ass Matter of fact, fuck that I'mma just go get me some cash Goth money records up in here, Flexico 'bout to fucking smash Smoking on the wave blunts now I'm on my fucking ass I fall down then I get up that's my Christly swag Screw boss, Screw boss, she smooth like Lou Rawls Call me like a telethon, ass shake like the twerk-a-thon I'mma murk her like a murk-a-thon, I'mma sell her ass 30 for the lease, I got prices for the ass If you do not got cash, debit for that ass (Swipe- Swipe Mobb)
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Credits
- Writers
- Marcy Mane
- Ruben Slikk