Lyrics:
deal wheels to match my grill
How you haters feel
to see the pimp and the gangsta ridin off this here?
my diamond grill shinin from eastern mall all
from a different fabric
If you can’t see my grind by now then you go need some glasses
When I’m on Twitter she follow me she a lil bitter but all on me
pimpsy
Yeah, I think I'm bumpy
Eastside weatherman
Versus scoring half a key
You know what I'm saying
We put it down
I-10 juggling
Badass on the block
phone, phone, phone, phone, phone)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire - imitating Pimp C]
Uh, got a chip in my phone, I stay talkin free
If it ain't 'bout money
Intro (Fat Pat)
N****z betta see a n***a roll
Shorts down and I'm rollin' on 84's
Chorus (Fat Pat)
Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left
wheels to match my grill
How you haters feel
to see the pimp and the gangsta ridin off this here?
my diamond grill shinin from eastern mall all the way
Kd we were made for greatness
10 down neva levitating
Time moving and I'm different now
Really running to the riches now
Mama ima make you very proud
the way I swang?
I swang
You can tell it's screw in my veins
Slow beat, with bang
You can tell its screw in my veins
Yea
Putting sour diesel in a blunt
Ford
Many people know we know about this pimp game
But I'm sure they wanna know about this pimp game
And to me it ain't no motherfucking thing
To give it
my bag
Might take your girl like my first name was Chad (Pimp)
Hop on the mic, and you know I act bad (You know it)
They counted me out, when I see em
a pimp
Next thing I know, I'm tellin' lies again
Sellin' dreams to hoes from everything I know
Grab the microphone then I spit these flows
I came in this
back you know how us pimps be
Keep your head up Bun B
Rest in peace Pimp C
A mill on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires
We haven't scratched
playa than me
When I first got to the club, it was cool to fuck
Walked passed these hoes and they looked me up
And back down again recognize a pimp
I want to dedicate this to my old lady
[Chorus]
Nah Do you know my old lady (Quarter key Quarter key)
Tell me what she do for me (Quarter
Recognize a pimp
Next thing I know, I'm tellin' lies again
Sellin' dreams to hoes from everything I know
Grab the microphone then I spit these flows
I came in
a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace dope (let's go)
It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid
struggles of a playa in the chill
Come on and take a ride, triple to legit ballers
Shot-shot callers
(Shot up the chrome and let's swang)
Tigers all up in
Recognize a pimp
Next thing I know, I'm tellin' lies again
Sellin' dreams to hoes from everything I know
Grab the microphone then I spit these flows
I came in
a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace dope (let's go)
It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid
Pimp C]
Smoke somethin', bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Young Pimp, know what we doin'? (Texas!)
[Chorus: Pimp C
Pimp C]
Smoke somethin', bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Young Pimp, know what we doin'? (Texas!)
[Chorus: Pimp C
(you see it)
I got niggas just running to my do' (you see it)
You see everything we smoke is endo (you see it)
It's a truck but it's made by Benzo
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
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