Lyrics:
friends are gone
It's girls like you that truly make us
You're lost in the world so I moved you to Vegas
[Chorus]
Before you met me you wasn't nuttin
I
fuckin
To keep it real boy I could do this with a pack
But shawty she was different had me showin my ass bad
First thing first
RIP and long live dee
Yo
it's alive
pimpin is misunderstood by those who can't, that's why they said it died
others tried pimpin, but were only makin chump change
one track
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo car
Mrs. Parker I don't even know her first name
Mrs. Parker she just wanna have fun
Let's Drive to Vegas
Get married by
I'm moving A to Z, like Amazon
Woo
So, what it do
Came straight outta the 202
Mr. T mixed with DeadPool
Betta keep a tool, fool
Yeah, I heard about
by
She say we look like pimpin
I say baby you know you can't stop the boss
The definition of a boss
Let me put you up on it
B-O-S-S, Bread Over Sucker
you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't stand it, so what do you say
Too $hort can't rap, no
that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Ok, now imma make the money stack
if i lose it, get it back
Ridin with some killers say my name and they gon get you
Tell Lil Kuma cook it up, cause Ima really, really rip it
Loaded Casanova, pimpin', I be hittin' different women
Four figures on the jeans, Mike
Snatch all the honey from your honeycomb
Now the bees keep flyin' by me
I'm on that piff, that potty
That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from
Right Now
I’m Mr Right Now. I’m Sir Right Now
I apologize for the wait, I was with someone’s daughter
I know that’s a lil crude. But I can’t be called
I keep that nina in my clutch
So I can touch it, fucka!
A murdera - catch Gutta Gutta in
The kitchen with a birdera
Snitch niggas can't sell us shit
just to try it
Your bitch, she come in my spot, and she take her clothes off, and she smilin'
Uh, we posted in the parking lot, we pimpin', nigga, and I
don't cost a penny
Lil' mami tryna fuck with my pimpin'
Baby, I can touch it, can't lick it
1942 sippin'
She want a night to remember
A night
bounce that ass, do it how ya momma taught you
Real made nigga from the trenches, do no pimpin'
I got seven figures bouncin' in the car, it look like
[T.I.]
hey wut it is pimpin, Slim Thug n T.I.P. doing it B.I.G wit B.I.G (ye a ye yea..) yall understand wut im sayin (heyy..) PSC pimpin, yall
to make money by selling the drugs
pimpin these women fill it up with slugs uh!
never be caught slipping and doging away from these cops
knowing the back
livin
I finally got my butterfly wings still worth pimpin I say
What is America let me see
Is it a place of chemistry
Isn't it awesome
Look what the cost
in scraper spin it outt
got clown sum like a booss do
lookin like coo mo deep cuzin i coon (I coon)
Dark 30 Gold on premoo
off to the treman house
it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put
juice so I can pour it up
And if you represent yo hood, go on throw it up
It's the L-I-L, F-L-I-P
If I ain't smokin' trees, I'm pokin' freaks
So
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I
yeah, everybody can get it (let's go)
Fuck like a pro, yeah, she fuck with my pimpin'
I bought her new titties and bought her a new kitty (Hoodbaby)
swingin, with ??
Don P AKA Don Pimp, Don Pimpin, never slippin'
If its mine or your trick, I'm rippin'
It's the return of that Memphis boys that been
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