PIMP C
Yella Beezy, EST Gee
Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer
Swear to God, all I be talkin' 'bout is fact, nigga All facts, nigga, swear to God I ain't lyin' either On my mama, every time I talk (yeah), nigga, just listen up, you know? Ayy, that lil' ho messy, you can't tell her nothin', on God, she gon' spread the word Hey, lot of grammies like I'm tryna win awards, waitin' on the first and third Got a lot of 'bows and I ain't talkin' 'bout clothes, but he tryna get a shirt Ayy, young nigga bustin' pack after pack, I'm tryna get a 'vert Hey, heard them niggas say they still tryna get me, well, I'm tryna get 'em murked Hey, I don't take shit lightly when they talkin' 'cause I'm 'bout get 'em first Bitch say her nigga gon' rob me when he see me, you 'bout to get him hurt Hey, make me clap my hands, chopper make him dance, stomp, you 'bout to get him kirked Ayy, tell your homegirl leave me out her mouth, all in my dick business I swear to God, you ain't gotta say my name to get in that bitch panties If she wanna f*ck, she gon' let you f*ck without sayin' my name, pimpin' Chuckin' salt, tryna throw me under the bus, nigga, that ain't pimpin' I swear, it's enough money for everybody, nigga, you know I ain't trippin' I ain't ever worried 'bout who a nigga fuckin' or what he ain't spendin' The f*ck I'm frowned up 'cause another nigga hustlin'? This ain't no hatin' business I swear to God, I'm one heartless motherfucker, nigga, I don't like feelings Affiliated with the KKK 'cause I do not like niggas Before you play with Yella, say, you better reconsider, go play with your wife, nigga This 40 Glock here a stud, I stay with a strap just like a dyke, nigga Hey, f*ck that lil' bitch from the back, she jumped in my lap 'cause she scared of heights, nigga Ayy, all my young thugs some gunners, look like I'ma ski, all of this ice, nigga I'm fuckin' on his baby mama, she said I got meat for a lil' bright nigga If I want the nigga head, on God, he dead, don't play with your life, nigga Not givin' a f*ck about hype, nigga You be beatin' up bitches, an Ike nigga I be beatin' up niggas, I fight niggas, huh, bitch, act like you know When you said it, you knew it was gon' start a lot of shit, why you act like you slow? Ayy, I know a lot of niggas still make a living off that pot on that stove Six, four figures at the age of four I shot my uncle, TEC-9 in the floor Pimp C, real girls, get down on the floor Baby, grind on the floor Shootin' dice, nigga just won a dime on the floor All money, nigga, never mind on a ho Real player nigga, never mindin' a ho You give money to a bitch, I give mine to the store Money over bitches, give mine to bros Swear to God, I'm never mindin' you hoes Pimp C, real girls, get down on the floor Baby, grind on the floor Shootin' dice, nigga just won a dime on the floor All money, nigga, never mind on a ho Real player nigga, never mindin' a ho You give money to a bitch, I give mine to the store Money over bitches, give mine to bros Swear to God, I'm never mindin' you hoes Nigga act like he won't, I'ma make him I been runnin' out of patience Times two watch cost a Mercedes What was he thinking, I wasn't gon' spank him? Niggas be playing crazy when they know that it's dangerous Wood hot on the Drakey Dumpin' on him on the daily None of 'em thumpers on safety Pin a nigga to the pavement Kept it real with the fakest He was knowin' I'ma snake him Lot of bodies, cost a bracelet Lot of thoughts I be thinking X hittin', heart racing Get close enough to taste it If you see me, I'ma bang it I'ma shoot, f*ck thinking Servin' court, back to arraignments Red zone, rich gangsters Meth-slingin' gunslinger Pimp C, real girls, get down on the floor Baby, grind on the floor Shootin' dice, nigga just won a dime on the floor All money, nigga, never mind on a ho Real player nigga, never mindin' a ho You give money to a bitch, I give mine to the store Money over bitches, give mine to bros Swear to God, I'm never mindin' you hoes Pimp C, real girls, get down on the floor Baby, grind on the floor Shootin' dice, nigga just won a dime on the floor All money, nigga, never mind on a ho Real player nigga, never mindin' a ho You give money to a bitch, I give mine to the store Money over bitches, give mine to bros Swear to God, I'm never mindin' you hoes
Struggling with PIMP C? Become a better singer in 30 days with these videos!
Written by: Markies Conway, George Stone III
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"PIMP C Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 28 Apr. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/8410956/Yella+Beezy/PIMP+C>.
Discuss the PIMP C Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In