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drip on a bi**h and drip on a hoe P.I.M.P that’s the code I told you when I drip, I drip, I drip! When I drip, I drip! Pop my sh*t and dip You can’t
cuff a bitch, I might make her heart hurt P-I-M-P, everyone say church I've been trappin' all month, ran it up on the first Lifestyle crazy like we
Solo pienso en todos tus castigos Como lil peep solo en mi castilllo Soy un P.i.M.P. 50 cents en mi bolsillo Y soy voy contigo no es casualidad
P.I.M.P that's me Drop it off Pimp Sam Pop it off I'm hard top it off No money no sport fucking them niggas call it off Down south niggas Down south
to the rescue Saving all these bitches Ima hero I'm special Bishop Don Juan the way I'm coming to bless you Hella old money but as young as ya nephew P-I-M-P you
P.I.M.P. give a fuck 'bout a bitch P.I.M.P. I just wanna get rich I'm with the gang, and I could never switch I'll never change, well just on a bitch
a dans la tête quand y a que moi dans ses amis proches J'me sens comme un P.I.M.P, quand j'vois ces rappeurs tapiner La prod, c'est comme la balle,
in all pink like a Barbie Drivin' the cat like I stole it P-I-M-P, Young Stunna I been the one and you know it Make a nigga pay, what he owe me I boss
tellin Oh, I see you compellin Ain't no chance of rebellin Need a P-I-M-P, what you sellin I see you in them stilettos Manolo Blahniks where you get those
I M P too B- like Gwen Steady smoking on my pen again Floating in, imagination going Forth track, Illmatic Bro pack a bowl slat vibes in the group
Look it I'm me, look it I'm g, look it I'm p, vvs in my teeth, they want me to bleed but forget I'm elite look it i'm me Look it i'm me look it i'm
Si tu passe dans l'boutte de 3P Tu vas m'voir avec ma guitare À la recherche d'un peu d'cash L'étui ouvert pour une coup' de piasses Si tu passe
there messy bitch no ion want her Hit the corner P.I.M.P. My persona Motorola If you tryna get sum shit shaking in the trap Hit me up i'll put you
vida no es solo P.I.M.P Ellos pensando en el V.I.P, y yo soñando en salir de la Street Y puesto de tripis vi, la vida no es solo P.I.M.P Ellos pensando
that's fitted on Got the bar up in the car with the dranks so I can sit it on Peanut butter and wood, its still understood That I'm'a P-I-M-P The M
some reason motherf* would think that something's wrong with the group. What they fail to realize that when it comes to M.O.P. it's M.O.P. for your whole
Look baby I keep it player I'm a P I M P Young nigga But I'm feeling Like a O G Bitch it's M O E You know I'm all about My money I stay
doin' nothin' Oh, and your hands on my body (ooh) In the A.M. Or P.M., you get what needed from me Sugar, honey, so sweet (oh) I got that yum-yum, I
Pineapple Tropicana, outer space bitch I bought the Presi' plain and gave it a face lift Would have cheated at 3 P.M., smash your bitch on day shift
heart with a gaping wound Put back together by a troubled groove Check yourself Wreck your brains Where is that P.M.A.? Amen It was the feast
p.m., it's mayhem She switches those brights up Lights up and gives me a call Take me to the Fireflies ball But when I get her there Set her there
eight p.m., it's mayhem She switches those brights up Lights up and gives me a call Take me to the fireflies ball But when I get her there Set her
some shit go down Right under my Hermes, I'm hearing the word is Me, I'm a P.I.M.P I let Trey hit some, then Dre hit some Then pass it to the homies
like...Peter Parker. P-I-M-P, take the P's that I am. I want you payin' hoes in my army Like...uh...Uncle Sam, And we gon' jam... I'm talkin' 'bout
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