Pimp C - True Story lyrics
[Pimp C - True Story lyrics]
True story lil' bitch
Trademark, trademark, smoke sum' bitch
Drop seven in the pot, hit it with the soda
Now I got what them Cali boys call A1 yola
The south is circles and
Them Atlanta is squares
Lying about the prices
It ain't seventeen up there
I'm down with Young Buck and Buck
Is down with Pimp C
But ain't nobody got of a
Ten in no damn Tennessee
It might be twenty-seven or
Might be twenty-three
Dawg and Biz used to come and
Get it for 16 from me
They had two niggas that
Were driving shit back
And they were serving TI took
His bitch and his Lac
His jury and his money and his 50
She had a baby for priest but still my ho
She was translating Spanish with the Mexican
Tryna get a better price
T got fucked in the end
She a square now, Dawg and Biz both dead
Pussy nigga T got locked in the feds
That was his ferrari in the Juve video
The bitch killed Dawg cause he
Was fucking his ho
Same time, T was fucking Dawg wife
Shawty from the back, T a bitch for life
You can see me in the streets bitch
Better keep steppin' because even on parole
I'm ice-cold with the weapon
So RIP to Big Doe and his mother
But atleast before you die
Kill your pussy ass brother
You niggas ain't real, You
Lying on your records
You fucking with the trill
So nigga come check us, lil bitch
A true story lil' bitch, a
True story lil' bitch, hold up!
Aye look they call me Young Rayful
I keep that white bitch
So drop it in a pot, Pussy nigga get rich
The 'Lac sittin' pretty, all black chrome lid
I keep it occupied by a bad yellow bitch
She stay out on the stroll
Tryna get daddy rich
A couple pink booties entered with the bitch
I done lost everything that I own but my dick
The music ain't nothin'
So I had to push bricks
So I hit the fuckin' slab for the 165
Fuck scorin' at the crib cause
That shit too high bad bitch
Fake titties push 'em home in the ride
Pop a Xanax pill, two cars behind
Aye look my nerves fucked up I just spent 825
If she get pulled over nigga
Then I might as well die
But, I'm a make it home nigga
Set that bitch on fire
For every 36 bitch I'm making 72
Trademark, trademark, smoke sum' bitch
Drop seven in the pot, hit it with the soda
Now I got what them Cali boys call A1 yola
The south is circles and
Them Atlanta is squares
Lying about the prices
It ain't seventeen up there
I'm down with Young Buck and Buck
Is down with Pimp C
But ain't nobody got of a
Ten in no damn Tennessee
It might be twenty-seven or
Might be twenty-three
Dawg and Biz used to come and
Get it for 16 from me
They had two niggas that
Were driving shit back
And they were serving TI took
His bitch and his Lac
His jury and his money and his 50
She had a baby for priest but still my ho
She was translating Spanish with the Mexican
Tryna get a better price
T got fucked in the end
She a square now, Dawg and Biz both dead
Pussy nigga T got locked in the feds
That was his ferrari in the Juve video
The bitch killed Dawg cause he
Was fucking his ho
Same time, T was fucking Dawg wife
Shawty from the back, T a bitch for life
You can see me in the streets bitch
Better keep steppin' because even on parole
I'm ice-cold with the weapon
So RIP to Big Doe and his mother
But atleast before you die
Kill your pussy ass brother
You niggas ain't real, You
Lying on your records
You fucking with the trill
So nigga come check us, lil bitch
A true story lil' bitch, a
True story lil' bitch, hold up!
Aye look they call me Young Rayful
I keep that white bitch
So drop it in a pot, Pussy nigga get rich
The 'Lac sittin' pretty, all black chrome lid
I keep it occupied by a bad yellow bitch
She stay out on the stroll
Tryna get daddy rich
A couple pink booties entered with the bitch
I done lost everything that I own but my dick
The music ain't nothin'
So I had to push bricks
So I hit the fuckin' slab for the 165
Fuck scorin' at the crib cause
That shit too high bad bitch
Fake titties push 'em home in the ride
Pop a Xanax pill, two cars behind
Aye look my nerves fucked up I just spent 825
If she get pulled over nigga
Then I might as well die
But, I'm a make it home nigga
Set that bitch on fire
For every 36 bitch I'm making 72