Soul Plantation - Pimp Flow

Pimp

Hoppin scotchin, they bouncing down the block, the knock on blast, we on that afro gas
Look what we about, got the clout in the game, I'm the same old rhymer, with a stack of the fame
No shame, young buck, I got the touch of gold, old g flambouanty, just enjoying the flow
It's the future fortune holder, got the coldest beer, ski the mountains in the alps, fall and say ouch
Pop back in form, like I'm something paranormal, eating apples on a stick, dipped in carmel
I like that milk chalk, and then she walk with pizass, my fingers tend to linger, trying to touch on class
Sexy sassy, she quickly looked past me, that don't' even matter, cause she love me everlasting
Magic stick worker, employee of the year, she give me extra sauce, when I let her play boss

I know the cats in manhatten, love my flow no cap, I got them touch down raps, that even clap on the ops
I don't stop, eternal, the microphone burning, but it don't get consumed, so back it up make room
You can see me on zoom, or when performance is live, I arrive and it pop, I'm known to blow up spots
I cook the pot and the kettle, never settle for less, often drop in a beamer, got the style of a freeman
I like a sexy soul sister, any shade and fade, super dope elitist, glist affiliate,
Recognize the realest, this a serious toke, yall don't' want smoke, I aint' no joke
This is soo so dope, you could move it like the clipse, afro got hits, to get the team in fits
Precious in the clutch, with the buzzer beater touch, stay well cheddard, always bring it better

This is how it go, so put the acts aside, don't throw shade, I'm a ride in the parade
Come through stompin, look what I accomplish, funky funky flow, make the world go bonkerss
Diamond nice ice, don't deserve my worship, I show up in person, while them haters rehearsin
You gotta crush on J, I'm just the bass way player, girls scream Johnny, then they back it up on me
Yall know a pro from the 650, show up at the set, have that das effect
Learn to burn rubber, exhibition of speed, recognize the power, this the pimpin hour
Big jub the jammer get the process straight, hate get you nowhere, let me clear you your thoughts
You can flock with the fly, you better try your card, I'm a hard hitter bro, this just a gangster flow


A buck out of pennys, ain't no coins involced, I just mob on it worthy, like I'm fully deserving
Eyes catch something curvy, end up flirting in a hurry, she could be a lady working in the local library
I'm curry with my shot, my hip hop hot, once I hit the spot, then I'm scoing a lot
Loyal to my bass, I put your face on blast, banking like a cash ap, yall knowin where the gas at

Written by:
Jonathan Brown

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