Pimp
Nic West
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I dun seen a lot, I dun heard a lot, and I never told a soul Los Ripley made me, but I made it out Streets taught me everything I know Dem streets taught me everything I know Heart turned cold, never trust a soul M.O.E. till I D.I.E gotta keep it P.I.M.P Gotta keep it P.I.M.P Gotta keep it P.I.M.P Heart turned cold, never trust a soul, M.O.E. till I D.I.E Gotta keep it P.I.M.P I get that top from yo girl in da vert See me in the coupe I pull off like skirt You know how I'm rocking, my family come first Buy my daddy a rollie, my mama a fur How do I do it? I put in that work That's why we different kuz you never work I deserve to stunt, I deserve to splurge I get on a beat, and I start to purge I be killin' it in each and every verse Never sell my soul kuz I know my worth I been a real one, a real one since birth Got it out da mud, got it out da dirt I been in the field wide receiving (Randy Moss) That's why yo BM is dying to meet me I'm in yo city I'm at the Four Seasons Calendar year wanna see quarter milli I'm gone I dun seen a lot, I dun heard a lot, and I never told a soul Los Ripley made me, but I made it out Streets taught me everything I know Dem streets taught me everything I know Heart turned cold, never trust a soul M.O.E. till I D.I.E gotta keep it P.I.M.P Gotta keep it P.I.M.P Gotta keep it P.I.M.P Heart turned cold, never trust a soul, M.O.E. till I D.I.E Gotta keep it P.I.M.P They tellin' me I got the juice (I know) All eyez on me like I'm Tupac Feelin' like da new Pac... Feelin' like da new Pac Tellin' me I'm the dopest, kuz I be spittin' dat crack Leave you scratching' like a lottery ticket One hit of dis it'll have you addicted Look at da flick of the wrist, cookin' don't need a kitchen Gotta keep it pimpin' neva wid da trickin' I got a main chick and I got a mistress I got cougars tellin' me I can get it I need depends kuz I be so shitty My life's a movie mane I be so litty I wake up every morning just to get it Uh Tom Cruise I'm on a mission Nike how I get da check, nothin' to it mane I just do it See it's natural how I finesse I got carpal tunnel just from thumbin' thru it Gotta win kuz I hate losin' Started from the bottom and I'm never goin' back to it Never goin' back to it I'm gone I dun seen a lot, I dun heard a lot, and I never told a soul Los Ripley made me, but I made it out Streets taught me everything I know Dem streets taught me everything I know Heart turned cold, never trust a soul M.O.E. till I D.I.E gotta keep it P.I.M.P Gotta keep it P.I.M.P Gotta keep it P.I.M.P Heart turned cold, never trust a soul, M.O.E. till I D.I.E Gotta keep it P.I.M.P
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