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Girls, I'm slappin 'em up |
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Pimp smackin 'em up, anger management |
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President, better than ediment{?} |
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Sweetness by slickness you with this |
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You witness the lonely the misfits |
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On them place and table servin 'em biscuits |
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But kisses delicious |
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My swiftness fills statistics linguistics |
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You think I'm Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone |
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How many, comin at me |
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Startin G, ladies excuse me |
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Player I beg your pardon G |
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I'm harder G, astrology dodgin me when I'm rum pum pum pum.. |
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Make me the sergeant see |
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From the coast, and pot roast, I load furs |
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And them diamonds and them pearls on them coats, I will boast |
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Be braggin, not draggin |
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Flowin on the spoon like Daggen-Hanz |
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The Nova is comin over, I'm Cas' |
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See the pimp of nature under the table |
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With broads by the side I will hate'cha |
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From Singapore and Malaysia |
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When the last time you pulled your **** out |
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The other players claimin pimp that wanna trick off |
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What they assssk, me, ask Whitefolk and Pimpin' Ken |
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I bring it around and let you taste it |
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[Chorus: repeat 2X] |
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We comin up big doggy, we playin it big homey |
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No niggaz just chicks around me all we want is ass and money |
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We combin the streets, droppin our work all day and night |
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They know we pimps cause the chicks always play us tight |
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[H-Bomb] |
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'Bout comin up pickin up paper, it's the H you know it's me |
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You soakin up game, but you lame, shame on he not me |
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Peepin on what we wear and, steppin on checks we clearin |
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Tryin to look and act like us so his cash we start sharin |
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You movin too slow man, you fallin in love man |
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You don't know pimpin is the only thing to know man |
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Double back double up on the paper that I'm musclin |
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Put it out doin my dirt checkin my work, paper keep comin in |
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Don't be so mad homey, you too uptight nigga |
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I know the pimps and pushers strippin up pickin up dollars |
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I'm holdin on to my dough, I'm plannin to stick yo' flow |
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I'm lookin to ho through pimpin choose I'm keepin up all her dough |
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You know the chicks go, out watch the chips fall |
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The money I bank it I don't give a **** 'bout none of y'all |
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[Chorus] |
