Pimp Shit - Louis Logic, Jay Love, Odd Couple

Hide your daughters

I stay drinking on an empty stomach

Till I sink and plummet

Thinking of it

Lets get blunted till we stinking of it

I think I’ve done it cause I’m one hit

Over the edge

I dove from the ledge

I can’t stand I fall through my legs

Stumbling over the keg

And it’s just the first inning, girls grinning

And all I can see is the world spinning

I can’t move I puff mad boom

Trying to find the bathroom

Cause it feels like I’m gonna gag soon

I’m torn from the bottles

Praying through the porcelain gods

To try and ease the pain and the scorch from the vodkas

Walked into the topless

Cause I gotta get brain soon

For the right price Chris there is sex in the champagne room

I can’t zoom cause I have whiskey dick

I had to pay extra like a pay per view titty flick

That’s my lucky charms so bitch lick me dick

Suck the shit out like a fucking Pixy stick

This shit

Pimp shit

It’s kind of explicit

We twisted, drinking

And puffin a lit spliff

We party with bitches

Erasing their lipstick

This is the odd couple up in your district

I master the disclosure

Cause I never spit sober

After the Coronas

I’m trying to see the flash exposure

The chick that’s a master in yoga

Bending over backwards

Stick a slit with more pick

As if she stroked the cactus

You see that stripper sipping overflowing glasses

I’m trying to feed her liquor till she throws up on my mattress

I’m logical but not in the sense

That I can’t be seen chewing panty strings

Hopping the fence

My crib reeks of cigarettes, pot and incense

I’m somewhat of a loner but the bottle’s my friend

And I gotta a collection stored on the shelf

So when I talk to the walls on the spot I’m not talking to 'self

I’m akward as hell

Drunk and stumbling

My stomach’s rumbling

You thinking I stop drinking

Dumb assumption

Cause this nigga got game

When I chuck a pumpkin with flames to take your head off

Like Ichabod Crane

This shit

Pimp shit

It’s kind of explicit

We twisted, drinking

And puffin a lit spliff

We party with bitches

Erasing their lipstick

This is the odd couple up in your district

Now when the odd couple rustles

And rumbling clubs

There’s gonna be trouble for smucks

Stashing up bundles of bucks

Cause the first one of the sluts to come up to us

Jump on a bus we’ll skid away until your lungs full of dust

Bitch’s tongue in my nuts while I just humping her butt

Puffing a blunt while I’m juggling the juzzling stunts

Sit up in the front cause I’m drunk

Cause I hit the bottle

Application for a groupie?

One question

Do you spit or swallow?

You wrestle like your in a brothel trying to earn your rent now

Bend down I’ll pull my poison pen out

Cause when the wolf destroys the hen house

The feathers will fly

Seventy five miles

Whether I’m drunk or whether I’m high

I busted dead on her eye

Now she’s a blinded bitch

Walk around with one eye shut

On some pirate shit

You better buy this quick period

Like a bloody twat

We’re all up in your face

Like the money shot

This shit

Pimp shit

It’s kind of explicit

We twisted, drinking

And puffin a lit spliff

We party with bitches

Erasing their lipstick

This is the odd couple up in your district