Pinkies Up Lyrics

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Pinkies Up song lyrics are written by G-Mo Skee

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Selected song name: Pinkies Up
Singer Name: G-Mo Skee
Lyrics written by: G-Mo Skee

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Look
They say you gotta change with the times
But I don't like the new school so I'm staying behind
You could pop another xanny, pa** away and just die
On the side of a busy highway in Dubai
Kiss my a**, I'm smoking big chop gas
B*t*h I spaz and y'all need to get off flat
'Cause you n***as love talking, f**k this podcast
Hip-hop trash, I'ma bring Slipknot back
I f**ked your bitty, she got one t**ty like the Oblongs
When the last time somebody said "play your song"?
Meanwhile I'm finna ball out like Lance Armstrong
This is not music, this a god damn car bomb
What's the name of the label that you're working with?
I've never heard of it, call it February 30th
Your album was so f**king pathetic I'm returning it
And burning down the store just for sеlling and supporting it
So eat a c*ck-meat sandwich and some orangеs
Before I crush a n***a and turn him to an accordion
I'm not an alcoholic but I'm finna chug a 40
And I just so happened to be drunk while I was recording this


My team we some, sippers
We can't drink enough, liquor
No emcee can f**k, with us
Keep my pinky up, n***a
My pinky up, n***a
Keep my pinky up, n***a
My pinky up, n***a
Keep my pinky up, n***a n***a

Ever since I was a kid I had a foul mouth
And then I got a little big, I'm finna wild out
Wait 'till they get a load of me, bit my style, ow
How about you n***as stop rapping and you bow down?


N***as know what time it is with me
If you go against me, then you're history
I'm so sick, f**k six, give me ten feet
I used to rip sh*t from Richmond to Twin Peaks
Back when them cats had a Volvo with six speeds
Yelling , rest in peace Big B
I was 16 turning emcees to minced meat
Whether you believe it or not, that sh*t is Ripley's
I could give a f**k if you call me one-dimensional
I'm Biggie Smalls' interlude, I just wanna sh*t on you
Y'all n***as have no flavour but you n***as food
Y'all n***as so plain, no John Witherspoon
All I do is kick a** an entire song
My firearm look like it came from Cybertron
Your f**king brain must be smaller than a spider's balls
If you go against a n***a like me, right or wrong
After I say these obnoxious things
N***as'll never wanna see me cook again like Paula Dean
They hit me on the web with a lot of memes
'Til I caught them in person and hit them with the bada-bing

My team we some, sippers
We can't drink enough, liquor
No emcee can f**k, with us
Keep my pinky up, n***a
My pinky up, n***a
Keep my pinky up, n***a
My pinky up, n***a
Keep my pinky up, n***a n***a


Ever since I was a kid I had a foul mouth
And then I got a little big, I'm finna wild out
Wait 'til they get a load of me, bit my style, ow
How about you n***as stop rapping and you bow down?