Mir Fontane – Death Of A Pimp lyrics

[Hook]
Playa, playa, though I told you pimpin’ ain’t easy
But now them niggas strapped outside ya home
And they askin’ for Jerome, you know it won’t be long
Before the death of a, playa, playa
Thought I told ya pimpin’ ain’t easy
But now them niggas strapped outside ya home
And they askin’ for Jerome, you know it won’t be long
Before the death of a, girl

[Verse 1]
It’s 5:11 when the sunset hit them skyscrapers
We gone off Jesus juice, take a sip and hope God saves us
We ridin’ with that heat, my heart cold as a snow day
Fuck that nigga, no foreplay, finna roll it up like Chipotle
Me, Tommy, Cole and we finna hit a lick, uh
Heard a nigga fucked my bitch, uh
Got two guns, two clips, finna let shit tell the nigga who it is
Make this left on Everette and then bust this right on Chase
Make a right pull up to the gate nigga pump yo’ breaks, sit back just wait
Just wait… five mo’ minutes give it five mo’ minutes
He might not get it tonight but I swear he gon’ get it
Just then that’s when Jerome walked out
Ooo that’s what a nigga talkin’ bout
Looking fresher than he often, limpin’ while he walkin’
Screaming at his bitches steady spittin’ while he talkin’
He leaving his apartment, it’s raining, it’s pouring
Creepin’ up behind him tip-toeing in my Jordans, uh
I watched him as he walks his hourly stroll
He wipes the, cold from his nose and wipes his head on his clothes
He looks back and sees my face and turns around and runs for cover
Grabs the pistol off my waist and I said Blucka, blucka…blucka
Screaming die, silly stupid motherfucker
Feeling sorry that I had to do it to my older brother, shit
Just then a off duty undercover grabs his gun and says freeze
I turn around like nigga please, I’m gone
I ran, a couple of streets, a couple of blocks, couple of blocks
A couple of wounds, a couple of shots, couple of shots
I hit the alley, think I’ve lost him, grabbed my knees to catch my breath
And then somebody says “Martin,” who that?

[Outro]
Martin: You scared me half to death Gina!