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t crer Chillu sguard tuoje me accis m tir o core a piett E stong sul ind o liett M chiamm p dispiett Accussi riman ngap nun sacc Si tu m pienz M guard e
got this woman suckin dick Shes a pro Im a P-I-M-P I just thought you should know I got them colors like now and laters Black Asian Cuban Rican
bitches lick me Then I sit back and watch y'all eat pussy Kick off my feet and count my cheese Snoop this ain't the XLF, this the P-I-M-P Look, she think
As we proceed we a long way from LBC BUt that's what you get when you fuck with the P-I-M-P I came through just to scoop you up, to Snoop you up And tap
Which one are you? 'Cause I was 'Born to Mack' Since the day of my birth, I was sworn to that It's the P I M P that's in me You envy, how instantly I
K, bring the P-U-M-P Lay, bring the G-A-G-E 'Cause there's this gang all down the way We gotta put 'em in check 'Cause that O.G. was talkin' shit I'm
lane And now I'm in control so I call the shots I'm sittin' at the table, I run my own label I-N-D-E-P-I-M-P Groaner, owner, S-H-I-P Told you,
rollin', we rollin') The P-I-M-P The pockets are filthy The cars is sick, B The bars is milky He hard ta' kill, G The God is real deep The Coop
since that day my nigga, I've been P I M P It wasn't your fault You was only tryin' to be nice Only tryin' to be nice, ohh You know you can't
Short] Daz, this punk bitch want to get with me 'cause the ho lookin for a P-I-M-P [Trick Daddy] You know the ho don't know no better I would rough
home (See ya!) Cause I'm a K-i-n-g, no, a p-i-m-p I put pretty girls to work Now if you want to join my crew You must listen to what I do It's real
the drunk, you know the ho got Tinesi Daz, this punk bitch wanna get with me 'cause the ho lookin' for a P I M P You know the ho don't know no better I would
The more that I appear, oh (and they love it and they love it) The more, the more you try the eraser The more that you appear (Pharrell) G.R.I.P P.I.M.P I,
They gon let the Wolf out the cage Yea I'm with your girl Sick of goofy ass lames yea she want a P.I.M.P. Yea I'm pushing P yea I'm takin off my McQueen
the ragtop Chevy '63 The p.i.m.p. On top of the game But now you're gettin' laid 'cause that gak weed o' yay is playin' tricks on your brain You're lookin' for
got vibes like UKG h-o-u-s-e M-u-s-I-c I'm fizzy like P-E-P to the S- I We gonna pass through in your C-I-T-Y Everyday yes I Give thanks to the lord
a P-I-M-P with diamonds all in my teeth I step in the light man, my mouth be shiny A ghetto star in the street, the shoppin' and cuttin' the ki's They
bitch (You've done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch (I'm a p.i.m.p) Ima pimp bitch (You done heard about me) Coz I'm the shit bitch Now things change
a t y o u s a y , C a u s e I s t i l l s l a y a nd I ' m s o p a id C h o r u s x 2 V e r s e 2 - A K i l a h : E v e r y b o dy ' s h a nds g o u p ( g
Yo! see'mon, see'mon It's the M, dot O, dot P, ohh! M, dot O, dot P, ohh! M, dot O, dot P FIYAH! FIYAH! Now, fill yo' cups up (PUT IT IN
pall mbracc Pigliam e pall mbracc Ma si nun fatic', T'ammir' m' crir' Scriv' papir' c''a biro m' vir' che gir' p''e vic'... Ma nun m' par' over' che m'
C’ rimang mal pcchè Si t parln e me Tu c crir e succer ca pó nun c vrimm chiù Serv nu pacchett p m fermà l’ansij Pcchè cu nu vas aropp nun m pass
cercamm e ce scurda pur ro passat Sai Ca sto pnsann a te, S so fatt quas e tre Scriv mo nata canzon p stuta tutt e pnsier M vuo cunoscr megl pcche sino'
po cumbatt ca mort o mal o lasc la Parln e me comm si foss nu miracolat E si m fid e Dio nu mutiv c sta M bast na semman p m scurdà tutt cos M bast na
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