Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Gangsta Boo, Koopsta Knicca - I Don't Lov'em lyrics

Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em
Put 'em in a hoe spot
Take me to the stash pot

I click so quick
My spells are slick so watch
Yo fuckin' self hoe
That Gl-izz-ock will rock yo' cradle
Fatal, mystic on yo ass, loc
The 187 niggas that's sellin' dwellin'
On the black side
The black side of Haven, never mistaken
All day long it's homicides
I fear not a bitch, I leave her with shit
Just fuck 'em, a playa is in me, hoe
I do not be dwellin' on
Silly ass bustas but denyin'
D-izz-on't h-izz-ear me though
The Triple Six click, the Mafia bitch
Is comin' out runnin', so shut yo' mouth
You just so fucked up in
The head cause you're mad
And just really don't know
What you talkin' 'bout
You stupid ass bitch just put
Yourself in a bad place
The Jason mask I will pla-place on my face
The D-izz-evil's Daughter G-Gangster B-izz oo
Is most definitely
Mentally de-fuckin'-deranged
I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis
You better just listen so you can
Like dig what I peep if you be violatin'
Pimpin' your ass will be slippin'
Into the eternal sl-izz-eep
On my mind be murder-murder
I'm urgin' to serve a busta
That is flexing his shit
Never underestimate the ones that
Be like quiet
'cause they be the ones that'll click
Niggas be talking that shit I just have to
Show 'em that t-izz-alk is so fuckin' cheap
Talkin' is all that you doin'
You don't wanna rumble
'Cause you know the Three 6 is deep
Tie 'em-tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em
Fuck 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em, I don't
Put 'em-put 'em in a hoe spot
Put 'em in a hoe spot
Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em, I don't
Put 'em-put 'em in a hoe spot
Take me to the stash spot
Tie 'em-t-t-t-tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em
Fuck 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em, I don't
Put 'em-put 'em in a hoe spot
Put 'em in a stash spot
Tie 'em-tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em
Fuck 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em, I don't
Put 'em-put 'em in a hoe spot
Take me to the stash spot

I'm stickin' out with my pimpin'
Still it's all about makin' that cheese
Puttin' in work, payin' major mad dues
Smokin' and chokin' 'em like green leaves
Hangin' with thieves, I pimps, my hookers
They bringin' my trap
Sellin' this trick and if you want the womb
(Bitch) gimme the money, 'cause I don't cap
I'm Skinny skinny runnin' through panties
Haters can't stand me
So they aggravate my money
More funerals every day
Placin' them hit's so slick
Smilin' at yo face, trick
Keepin' my stable tight
Clockin' my thousands day and night
No matter how dough comes
One-eighty-seven ways to get paid
Taking yo' life
Dirty plots, dirty hoes, layin' fools down
North Memphis bound, Funky Town found
Dunkin' on Crown in the shake junt lounge
Women get naked while Skinny smoke pounds
Yeah we still scopin'
My pretty-boy-smile ain't jokin'
Drop it off! Drop it off!
Takin' that dope and fillin' up coffins
Hangin' deep down in them ghetto streets
When we creep, you know we out for murder
Murkin' that's stable, buckin' lots, capable
Break a trick, we don't fuck up
(put 'em in a hoe spot)
Put 'em in the backseat, onion in my brain
Glock cocked, drop the top
Poppin' up the whole block
Non-stop for my mob
That's my job when we rob yo' stash pot
Tie 'em-tie 'em- tie 'em-tie 'em
To my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em, I don't
Put 'em-put 'em in a hoe spot
Put 'em in a hoe spot
Tie 'em-tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em
Fuck 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em, I don't
Put 'em-put 'em in a hoe spot
Take me to the stash spot
Tie 'em-t-t-t-tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em
Fuck 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em, I don't
Put 'em-put 'em in a hoe spot
Put 'em in a hoe spot
Tie 'em-tie 'em- tie 'em to
My bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em, I don't
Put 'em-put 'em in a hoe spot
Take me to the stash spot

Six thousand shots of a sawed-off
Buckshot knock a niggas crest
A bitch done stepped to this mass
Koop set a bank up for this criminal
Soul is callin' up demonic sounds and
It's as if for the reap
But, I'm leavin' no witty
Which Devil possessin' my mind for a killin'
'Cause, I'm creepin' for Satan
Replacin' the gauges with Glocks in my trunk
Hold 'em up for the commoner rough Koopsta
Nigga with that blood in his mug
Most of my time, bitch, I'm showin' no love
For you try to run, but you cannot hide
Rippin' my slugs on my doormat
Nigga, run from the Devil's, just sayin'
I and you're in Hell, man
And the end of eternity
Where will the Koopsta be
Holdin' the sinister table
Naming those scripts full of
Lies of the reapers
Citing the horrors of gables
Gables meeting the end of the world
Just turnin' to motherfuckin' torture
Koopsta, they light up the corpse
For this is the world that they came up
For Koopsta, the master of illusions
Filled with the mind of intrusions
Through your hood, I be lurkin' and cruisin'
Fiendin' to put on a bruisin'
Removin' the slug from your wounds and guts
Just 'cause you're not showin' no lovin'
I sip my brew at nights and waitin' for Satan
Tie 'em-tie 'em- tie 'em-tie 'em
To my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em, I don't
Put 'em-put 'em in a hoe spot
Put 'em in a hoe spot
Tie 'em-t-t-t-tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em
Fuck 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em, I don't
Put 'em-put 'em in a hoe spot
Put 'em in a hoe spot
Tie 'em-tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em
Fuck 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em, I don't
Put 'em-put 'em in a hoe spot
Take me to the stag spot
Tie 'em-tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em
Fuck 'em i don't love 'em, I don't love 'em
I don't love 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love
'em, I don't love 'em, i don't