Текст песни 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 ___