Pymp Tyte's getting it crunk tonight, what..
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[Tyte Eyez]
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Pymp Tyte be the shit, nigga fuck the others
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When it comes to pimping this game, call us the Punker Brothers
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We be stealing niggaz hoes, slamming them Cadillac do's
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Putting that snort to my nose, and watch my brain get froze
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Smoking Mo's rolling bowl, and got that lean for sale
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Bringing pounds down to church, and watch them hoes go for twelve
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My heart's pimp-facted, pumping that pimping in my veins
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Eyes red like that fire, thin like some hair strings
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Singing clearer than a c.d., making a weak track right
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(I'm Mr. Pymp Style) Tyte Eyez my nigga, that's why we Pymp Tyte
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[Sean Pymp]
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Bent flows from Louisiana, lay my head down in Texas
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No horses just Lexus, fine women with big breastes
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Never been a buster, but I bust up competition
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Learn to hustle from the best, same game in repetition
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Own a lot of hoes, cause I'm a pimp of the click
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Broads causes of my temper, known to bomb on a bitch
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Smoke my lil' weed, catch a breeze off the water
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Southside baller, flipping ki's like a quarter
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Hooked up with franchise, so watch a nigga take flight
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With nan leak in the game, cause we mob Pymp Tyte
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[Hook x2]
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(Pymp Tyte, Pymp Tyte)
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Knock on wood twice, for the dranks dim the lights
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(Pymp Tyte, Pymp Tyte)
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Pymp Tyte's getting it crunk tonight, whaaat
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[Sean Pymp]
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Now I recall when I was small, being played like a wimp
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It just took a little time, for me to feel the pimp
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In my bones grip my tone, them hollow tips get hot
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And I'll bet none of y'all niggaz, try that shit right now
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[Tyte Eyez]
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Feeling so tight bout to take flight, in my drop candy Coupe
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Niggaz get nervous in my presence, cause I'm known to shoot
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Your blood be soaking, for thinking I'm joking like Richard Pryor
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Fucking with me, you'd rather wipe your ass with some agua
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[Sean Pymp]
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I got them birds chirping from niggaz working, best believe I ain't hurting
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If they fuck with my stash, I'm splitting wigs like a surgeon
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Hit the switch in my shit, watch me jump like a trekker
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Gotta gloss till I get these diamonds, sparkling like reflectors
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[Tyte Eyez]
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I know a bitch in Lamar, and his name is..
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Suck so much dick, till his lips get swollen
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Dribbling balls in your jaws, not on the court you ain't hooping
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Now 25 wanna stay alive, better stick to them bricks you be shooting
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[Sean Pymp]
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Creased down from head to toe, step in Marabous
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Nigga don't even know me, tal'n bout he wanna throw
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You don't want none of me, boy I roll with a mob
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I got niggaz on my team, that just fiend to squab
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Smoking pounds snorting lines, fucking minds I'm so scandalous
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Leave the balling to the pro's, and work more on your rock handle this
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[Tyte Eyez]
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Stacking cream in my safe, frequent trips to Bahammas
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Got a bitch from Louisiana, looking like Pochahantus
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Pimp virus in my blood, my click is sick like the flu
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Making your bitch treat me special, like a St. Eyez brew
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When they call us big pimp shit, they labeled us right
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Bitches shaking they money maker, keeping my game Pymp Tyte
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[Hook x4]
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Pymp Tyte...
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Pymp Tyte
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| Fat Pat |
