P.I.M.P.
Hedegaard
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What you heard about What you heard about What you heard about me? P.I.M.P What you heard about What you heard about What you heard about me? P.I.M.P What you heard about What you heard about What you heard about me? P.I.M.P What you heard about What you heard about What you heard about me? P.I.M.P Now, shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars She got a thang for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana She feed them foolish fantasies They pay her, 'cause they want her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P.I.M.P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P P.I.M.P Motherfuckin' P.I.M.P I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P.I.M.P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P.I.M.P Come get money with me, if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P.I.M.P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a P.I.M.P Girl, we could pop some Champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone I'm the one you should call I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall If you got problems I can solve 'em, they big or they small That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P P.I.M.P Motherfuckin' P.I.M.P I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P.I.M.P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P.I.M.P Come get money with me, if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P.I.M.P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a P.I.M.P
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Written by: Brandon Anthony Parrott, Curtis James Jackson, Denaun M. Porter, Cordozar Calvin Broadus
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