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[Intro] Tide, they dead, flies everywhere Y'all know that, it’s Lil Kodak, ay, you play, you lay Ain't no punk in me, ain't no punk in me but I be pulling out the strap Like I’m a dyke, or something [Chorus] I be pullin' out straps on these fuck niggas I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches Like a dyke man, you niggas can't fuck with me If a nigga says it's up, then it's stuck with me What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy I’m invincible, niggas can’t beat me Ayy, what's the principle? Pimpin’ ain't easy I'm invincible, niggas can't beat me [Verse 1] I was in the 8-5, me and Pac hittin’ it I been out six months, made four million Slide in the 6-4, windows tinted Nigga had to get low, them boys start hittin' Fuck around, hit the lil' hoe with no jimmy If a nigga say go, better go kill him Said that Lil' Zo he cut throat with no feelings Mama watch her lil' boy turn into a menace I don't care, I go fed and get a life sentence I want everybody dead, nigga no limit I don't shake niggas' hands, 'cause I ain't friendly When I pull up to the crib, have no panties I been leanin' to the right, like I'm on xannies I been thuggin' all my life, I ain't romantic When I whip out the .45, don't panic When I whip out the .45, don't panic [Chorus] I be pullin' out straps on these fuck niggas I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches Like a dyke man, you niggas can't fuck with me If a nigga says it's up, then it's stuck with me What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy I'm invincible, niggas can't beat me Ayy, what's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy I'm invincible, niggas can't beat me [Verse 2] New AP, flood, water on my butt like a tub I got my lil' gun in the club, don't worry about me, I'm a thug You a kill a street nigga, get a dime If you kill a rap nigga, get a dub Big chain on my neck, don't budge Fuckin' DeJ Loaf like a stud I swapped out the mic for the gun I swapped out the ice for the mud I swapped out the spice for the bud Fuckin' on a dyke, I'm in love I'm fuckin' with a dyke, she the one Kodak don't show no remorse, I be automatic tryin' get a nigga touched Kodak on tour, with his boys, say they got a whole gun store on the bus Missy Elliott, come and sex me Hoppin' off a jet, to a cheque, to a jet-ski I beatbox a nigga like the music I'm thuggin' in my Reebok, I never need Gucci I don't even see the confusion I'm fuckin' Young M.A., long as she got a coochie Say she got the strap and the toolie, say she put the crack in her booty [Chorus] I be pullin' out straps on these fuck niggas I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches Like a dyke man, you niggas can't fuck with me If a nigga says it's up, then it's stuck with me What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy I'm invincible, niggas can't beat me Ayy, What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy I'm invincible, niggas can't beat me

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