Lyrics:
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me?
muddy, muddy
you neva was my buddy
and ain't nann out there can hurt me
trust me
believe that
it's Mr. G who is speakin
dem pluggas I left dem
I just put in work she call me Mister
(Hey Mister!)
Mr. 4th quarter
Mr. Make it happen
Mr. Clean, what's the addict
Mr. I keep your bitch
a thousand, pimpin' up it some more
Fast money, Cash Money, that's all I know One
Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, so pimpin' stop
and these lil niggaz after my belt
Ima jab to the left and once I get my bag Ima step
Ima King hoe, regardless of the hand I was delt
Down to get it by any
all dat game
I drop my nuts I let'em swang
Shoot my shot it ain't no shame
Flick my wrist and its the same bitch game
You know this pimpin ain't a thang
shorty tell me what you want
baby I keep it pimpin, you're welcome to it
baby I keep it pimpin, you're welcome to it
I got a crib by the water
say mi
[Intro: Lil' Flip]
Yeeah.. this is pimpin at its finest man
Ha ha ha ha, yeeah, let it bang
I go by the name Lil' Flipper, man
You know Mr. Like
Friday Saturday
Don't let no girl no bitch (hey) no man no nigga get in my way
I keep my gun with me (always) for peace I keep it right by my side (.45
Mr couple of women I get it Poppin
So Japan so they call me Mr Kamikaze
I guess I'm jus a pimpin ass nigga
You a sap that's a simping ass nigga
Brown
know they get it how they live, she take it out and let her best friend wear
Avenue J, them lil' apartments, I used to stay right back in there
You
Ah fuck, there he go again
Talkin' 'bout hoes and dough again
Yup, can't hold it in
I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend
But, back when I was
All the time, gettin mine, that's why I'm pimpin
That's why I'm pimpin, all the time
Gettin mine
That's how we do it, straight pimpin
All
the channels
(Flex)
Lookin' up to the sky cause it's panoramic
I fuck with her pimpin' cause
She really getting it (fuck with ya)
No Felicia, lil mama run up
and ain't nann out there can hurt me
trust me
believe that
it's Mr. G who is speakin
dem pluggas I left dem tweakin
yo broad I left her leakin
I'm creepin
I keep pimpin' i keep pimpin’
I keep I, I keep pimpin'
I, I, I keep pimpin'
I got a bitch in the back
Got a ho in the front
One cookin’ the crack,
the in’s and outs of pimpin’
And it don’t get in playa than this.
One time for ya mind.
Verse 3:
They call me Mr. Hoe taker
I’m hot as hell bitch I know
the fame, I don't want the money, nigga keep it
Niggas stuck up in they ways and they be hatin' for no reason
Who that is
Boy that's Mr. Stand-On-Business
cash grow (Let's get it)
Boy Wonder, got the game tied by a lasso, let's go (Whoa, whoa)
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
It ain't Jason Rose no more
So what the fuck gotta say
Fuck Mr. Clynch coming' straight from the playground
Lil whore got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so Chase
'm dressed in Tom Ford
I tell her keep clappin' that ass just like an encore
Yeah, big pimpin'
She been makin' it clap, no hands
Makin' love
customs
It'll sell by night its extra white...
I got so many grams if the man find out
it will land me in jail for life
But im still big pimpin spendin
me juego vago, dolo kilo)
What? Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, wrist, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Uno, I killed it)
CELINE by my face, ain't seeing no evil
Do my own
Yeah ya know what I'm talkin' about
Yeah, let it be Pimpin' Ken for the reason
Ya understand I'll make it for the season
Know what I'm talkin'
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