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Don Toliver - Global Wide Pimp Brothers Lyrics

[Intro: Don Toliver]
Woo
Ay, fuck all you critics
Fuck all you haters
Fuck all you niggas
Fuck all the critics
Uh

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
I remember when I ain't had shit
Now I'm top floor, chop game with ya bitch
Coming with a plan so we can all get rich
Money in the bag, don't touch that shit
Get off my dick, chop game with ya bitch
.40 in the whip in case you tryna hit a lick
H-Town flow, let a young nigga spit
You talk a lot of shit, I hope you do it on a dick
Riding in the back, man, whip gettin' lit
Jack life forever, man, I love this shit
Counting up the paper, I don't love that bitch
You the type to love, kiss and hug that bitch
Got a whole sack, I wanna hug that bitch
Got a court date, I'm like fuck that shit
Hustle everyday just so I could pay the rent
Stick a nigga up for the paper real quick
Josh he an animal, I'm speaking real shit
Hop on the block and I'm bleeding that bitch
Cops [?] know a nigga take risks
FaceTime with the plug and you know we talking bricks
No losses with the sack, I ain't taking no shit
Fifty-nine in the coupe and I'm racing that shit
Got the top back, the block hating that shit
Got ya bitch with me, nigga hating that shit
[Verse 2: YungJosh93]
Just pimped a new hoe but I hate that bitch
I'ma make that bitch then break that bitch
Pussy nigga talk, I don't play that shit
But if the pussy lips talk, here's what I say to that shit
"Umm, is it mine?"
"Baby girl, is it mine?"
"I'm on probation can that pussy pay my fines?"
Baby if you making money then I'm making time
If the pussy don't pay me bills then don't say it's mine
Grilled up like Jay-Z in '89
And you broke niggas might as well make a sign
I can take a ugly bitch and make her fine
Since a youngin, I been turning pennies into dimes
We done went from eating Dennys to Benihan-
And we sipping on that act, a zip a line
I'm feeling like Shaq in '99
This the truth, looking dead into the lion's eyes
And them boys say they hot, we on a higher high
If the nigga spreading lies then he gotta die
Me and my momma don't really see eye to eye
And that shit hurts so much, sometimes I gotta cry
But I'ma brush that to side like McDonald's fries
Been down so long, bitch, we gotta ride
Yung Josh, bitch, that's who I idolize
And this verse finalize