Lyrics:
Spent 4 G's or more and I ain't even fly yet
Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin'
They done gave her 20 mil, well, big deal pimpin'
Think we
You thought you were the only one ballin'
You thought you were the only one slabbed out
You thought you were the only pimpin'
In the VI with
wheels, Big Willie shit
Hot boxer, hot sauna, car full, thick
I love the constituents, is down to get their lids peeled
Still pimpin', ridin' 'round town
challenged by the one I mention
She pacifiy me
We stuck in this dimension
Ladies tell ya men to increase his pimpin
Increase ya pimpin
Increase ya pimpin
live it
Get to da money by da bundle how I spend it
All my cars tinted but dey kno who? s in it
Same cool dude on da mic givin? you da bidness
The brase
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci Mane in the building
Big Cat Records, Laflare Entertainment
(Big Cat, whassup?)
Yeah, I'ma kill 'em with this one
Ah!
leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy
Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs
world got no sense of realism
Lost my emotional mechanism
I think I'm way too deep in the ISM
Big pimpin' H to the Izzo
Watch how I spazz on them for no
Crime stories
You get, boy, no glory
Not in these crime stories
I'm tellin? you right now, no glory
Scene I
Too Big and the Hammer rollin? on a hit
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
live it
Get to da money by da bundle how I spend it
All my cars tinted but dey kno who? s in it
Same cool dude on da mic givin? you da bidness
The brase
they talkin' 'bout man, okay
I'm comin' straight up outta that chat room, and live from the message board
I'm at the crib all by myself, chattin'
smoking a zone
I got a fetish for livin'
Remember desires to be big pimpin'
Now I'm big poppa mama
Married to life just to live it
Maybe sickening
I got
taught to be a man and stamp it
Bitch I flip it
Get your own nigga keep it pimpin' nigga
These rappers dying errywhere
By the Gun or their fake Career
I
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing you know we
the streets with a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing
of cash 'cause I won't live forever (do it)
Bad bitch with a tan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb'
Do you have one by chance?
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
live it (Nard & B)
I must admit, I am that nigga (yeah, yeah)
I must admit, I am that nigga (yeah, yeah)
I must admit, I am that nigga (yeah, yeah)
got big pimpin, ya understand
We got solicitin, ya know
We got all kind of shit, prostitution
It don't stop
Motherfucker tryin to just get his cash
pimpin' just remind you that
They see me going big, I'm making it
I'm getting money now but
People think I'm changing
Now I'm just celebrating that
We
pregnant with your baby
You ain't my main, you my maybe
Big, big pimpin', call me Jay-Z
But I'm also Janet Jackson
What have you done for me lately?
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