Lyrics:
cause J.B., stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
You looking at a man
duty there
And I got a public announcement for all you muf**kas worldwide
Word to me shit for Keenbean all let her pimp a dream team
If you ain't got
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you
a pimp
On the Flo, on the flo
Like A pimp
I’m always, rolling I’m tokein, I’m smoking
I’m poking up all in your bitch yeah
Your shawty she love me, nigga
but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggas die
By getting blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
J'niaise pas
Ça fait des années que j'ride ça
So laisse moi just l'appeler as I like bro
Cinq g dans les jeans
Comme El Camino
Celle-ci c'pour mes gee
Pour
[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You
Like nic nac patty wack daddy mack in a Cadillac pass me that fatty sack
Bitch wtf you laughing at
Im only here on the backs behalf
And im the well
in the pool,
Which is really on the wall,
I got a color TV, so I can see
The Knicks play basketball Hear me talk about
Checkbooks, credit cards,
filled with nonsense, show me where the meth at
Man I'm a train wreck, numbing the pain by killing my pay cheques
And I feel like I hate rap but I cannot
much
Now you about to get fucked in your dirty butt
You never seen a pimp like me, out here whorin'
Shut your fuckin' mouth and you'll be out by
I’m on that album shit, bitch
Got my nigga Philthy up in this motherfucker
(Got my nigga Philthy up in here) what up?
(What up?) j Stalin
Chill shit
champagne overload
Opened the do' to his Cadillac
Looked me in my eye
And must've seen there was somethin' inside
Said, "let me show you what a pimp is"
I walk the street
All the girls drive by and they go beep beep (beep beep)
Boo, when you with me
They get real jelly (who the hell is she?)
Yeah,
to meet ya
And I don't care if its the motherfuckin' holidays
I ain't gone preach just pose and look up at me like
A big 'ol pimp ass I'll beat 'cha
You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane
You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane
no dough, fo'sho'
You can be my best friend but Em might get mad
Don't call me Daddy bitch, I fuck better than your dad
Let me get up in that ass
to a trick the nigga who
persuaded her to sell ass like hoes suppose too
now how in the fuck do you think a pimp is slippin
surrounded by all these hoes
that's
won't find us, ya understand
And I'm feelin' hype too (Come on)
[Jermaine Dupri]
It's that lil' College Park nigga, in fact they call me Long Dough
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
the gang 'cause them flows be hard
Blue mink, Short, and my St. Brenard
Super bad man all around Hoo-J
Tell me what the fuck happened to the groupies
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