paroles de chanson Pimps Don't Wear Rabbits - Roc Marciano
You
be
careful
now
(Is
that
rabbit?)
Pimps
don′t
wear
rabbit,
hoe,
you
know
this
is
real
mink
right
here
Yeah
baby
you
wanna
feel
it?
You
wanna
feel
it
huh?
Alright
baby,
you
be
careful
out
here
Pimp
don't
wear
nothing
fake,
real
pimps
though
You
ain′t
got
pop
a
ecstasy
pill
To
feel
the
sex
appeal
The
legacy
was
built
on
this
very
hill
You
couldn't
have
put
it
on
stills,
it'd
tilt
And
if
you
killed,
pimp
juice
spilled
My
wounds
ain′t
healed
I
got
bruises
still,
this
is
therapeutic
help
Always
gotta
ride
with
a
pistol
Niggas
got
issues
with
mental
health
MCs
hating
us,
need
to
hang
it
up
We
all
got
our
hang-ups
But
bitch
you
better
not
hang
my
stuff
on
the
wirе
hanger
My
diamond
chain
is
a
climate
changer
I′m
playing
with
wеather
I
got
the
HAARP
machine
in
my
dresser,
I
made
it
winter
I
made
the
tectonic
plate
shift
Break
your
dishes,
shake
the
kitchen
Shit
was
like
a
8 on
the
Richter,
maybe
bigger
Wake
up
the
baby
and
the
baby-sitter
You
could
still
feel
the
tremors,
pillars
trembling
I
did
all
this
in
the
gym
dribbling
I
wasn't
deliberate
I
just
walked
on
water,
you
all
witnessed
You
be
careful
now
I′ll
be
here,
to
dry
your
tears
I
just
walked
on
water,
you
all
You
ain't
got
to
cry
my
dear
You
hiding
out
there,
we
will
find
out
where
Whipping
white,
twist
the
swiss
knife
in
your
kid′s
rib
side
Give
you
wings,
you
can
kiss
the
sky
Everyone
on
the
ship
died
and
got
caught
in
the
riptide
Your
body
drift
down
the
riverside
My
niggas
will
grab
the
stick
and
slide
Down
the
strip
like
a
Slip'N
Slide
Platinum
rollie
on
the
fist,
we
on
a
different
time
From
my
end,
peel
your
wig,
like
a
clementine
Five
big
cuban
links
on
the
kid
intertwined,
I′m
in
a
bind
Diamond
bracelets,
we
not
slaves,
my
wrists
are
tight
Like
we
inside,
this
is
flyness
exemplified
Niggas
is
pie,
you
won't
squish
a
fly
I'm
not
a
french
fry
on
the
lunch
line
I
watch
the
fiends
smoke
a
dime
out
the
can
of
Country
Time
Every
rhyme
I
write
is
butter
but
we′re
not
talking
Country
Crock
The
product
came
from
a
Colombian
guy
The
money′s
washed
I'll
be
here
to
dry
your
tears
You
ain′t
got
to
cry
my
dear
(You
be
careful
now)
You
hide
out
there,
but
we'll
find
out
where
We′re
gone
let
it
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