Lyrics:
pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga 50 like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga, motherfuck you
pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga 50 like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga, motherfuck you
the soda
I no how to turn it over
Mix the Coco with the soda
Jump it back and get some racks
Come and let me teach you somethin
Mr. Miyagi choppin' bricks
(Lil dictator)
Don't need permission or approval
Watch your mouth, lil goofy
Hurt your feelings
Keep it moving oop
Lil small fry (Lil small fry)
Lil pee
Jew wat it doo.. Pitching off da mound ...you ain't see me coming how u love the sound I keep'em by the $100s we breakin barriers down
Queen City Crown
or that honey nigga, I don't get it
You screamin' all it's pimpin', but you showin' all it's trickin'
Is it really Mackin' on your side
What you really mean
Dont you wanna
Talk about it a lil bit
Floss for a lil bit
'Cause i'm just getting right into the thick of it
Here's a story, guess who's telling it
when I’m Grinning, I got hoes from
Cali to Venice, you would think I’m in pimpin Olympics, you think from my
Music I’m simping and nigga you right but
took that lil' bitch to the crib and before I done knew it, man she was undressing me (she was undressing me)
(Grrt, bow, bow) Now the bitch keep
rhymes'll split 'em like pimpin', Dom P sippin'
I'm not a baller, haven't even lived it
Women callin', since my days in the crib crawlin'
I plan to live
the crib
Hey look y'all yellow bricks quit beefin' at the whiz, what?
Lil' Kim and Will:
Here come the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
Here
to see you, dearie.
How have you been keeping?
Cor, me bones is weary!
Toby!
One for the gentleman.
Hear the birdies cheeping—
Helps to keep it cheery.
fakin' when we spittin', better get real pimpin'
'Cause we still will ****, you just better chill pimpin'
Get it, how he used to live and keep on fakin'
rollin', rollin'
Hey keep rollin', rollin', rollin'
Hey keep rollin', rollin', rollin'
What you say?
I love you
My Impala sittin' on them two fours
I
and you trust her
Then don't bring her around me 'cause (I'm a flirt)
Now swear to tell the truth
And the whole truth
When it comes to hoes I be pimpin
trust you like a black van
Had some bumps in the road, I turned it to a flat land
Your bitch lit, all my bitches litter like a cat, man
And my lil
Hey Mr. mr can you tell me what’s wrong
I’ve heard you’ve got the answers can you listen to my song
Sometimes its hard to dream when you’re told that
with that tre 8
So much pound in my back seat
I'm gettin chased by those motherfuckers o p d
Should I hit a condo and lose the bottle
Fuck it I hear
just like Lil Baby steady runnin' up dem funds
Boy I'm way too busy to be trippin'
I keep flexin' on these bitches it ain't easy to be pimpin'
Ain't no
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
I'm that nigga now, spoke it to existence I could make it out
Boy I'm on a mission, I ain't here for clout
And bitch I keep it pimpin', what you
(I'm wit it)
Jus a regular come out the trenches
She know I'm jus built
A lil different
(Jus built a lil different)
Stay by myself cant fuck wit
To many
the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!
chorus:
keep it full time pimpin'
Thought I made that clear
When they cruisin' down the ave I'm the one they hear
I'm built a little different from all my peers
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