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Ayyo a Pimps a Pimp |
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Flow is flow |
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Doe is do |
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ho's a ho |
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Chic's a chic |
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Trick's a trick |
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Bitch a bitch across the world |
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So, nigga, getcha money and attend to your girl |
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[Cam'ron] |
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Now when it comes to these hoes i did'em i got'em |
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rip'em and rock'em |
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but if I hit'em I pop'em |
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but if I lick'em I lock'em |
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and I ain't famous at all |
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Let my game tell it all |
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but they a pain in my balls |
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got to train'em like dogs |
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from how they, walk and they talk and when they sit on the couch |
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to how they, lick in they mouth and never shit in the house |
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But I make ladies wit babies, let the street drive em crazy |
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They say "Cam, good you saved me" Now I pimp em and they pay me |
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They feelin' it like Jay-Z, on Sugar Hill like AZ |
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Went _Party Time_ like Tray Lee, I'm SoSoDef like J.D. |
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Oh baby they have you stressed, nigga |
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Mad depressed |
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I want they mind...Muthafucka, you could have the rest |
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'Cause I gas'em up, I tell them I'm more than just the lover |
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I want to be your friend, father, confidant and brother |
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See my, nine-inch slugger now she, chose her devotion |
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With messing with my money, girl you messing with my emotion |
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[Chorus x1] |
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Now baby-cakes what's you're name? |
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(Ain't no need to explain) |
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Why is that? |
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('Cause I'm from Down South) |
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Well I got Down South game |
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And to mess wit' you this my last attempt |
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'cause I only like when you're ass is bent |
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So damn dumb you ain't stash a cent |
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You ain't know I get cash to pimp |
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go ask him, my whores are fresh |
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Hardcore to death, 'xplore the rest |
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tell you now backdoor's the best |
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for the stress |
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we never raw in flesh |
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Why I'm sores aguess (?) |
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I get paper, yeah I stack them chips |
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condoms when i grab them hips |
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kiss and mix you wrap them lips |
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and if she act (smack the bitch) |
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if she wack (smack the bitch) |
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sad to see the way it had to be |
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Mack the bitch the bitch don't mack me |
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Cubic snappy but so are mine, know my rhymes |
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yo, my rhymes got a concubine |
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'cause I control they mind |
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avoid the crew |
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'void the groove |
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got more doe, than the fued |
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got more hoes, than the few |
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if I die they wouldn't know what to do |
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whatcha think all they do is cry? |
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tell you this between you and I |
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forty slit wrists outta the forty nine suicide |
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[Chorus x1] |
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And now I'm drunk of the Henny now, went off the Remi now |
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Niggaz always envy now cause I'm good and plenty now |
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and when it come to gettin' head, yo many bow |
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Girls acting friendly now (Killa cum up in me OWW) |
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I leave em past leaking |
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Last weekend, I took Cardan to get his ass eaten |
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He said you past freakin but I'ma ace so throw your cards up |
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But if you stink baby, I ain't hard up |
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Hard luck to wash up, but that's insulting, revolting |
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But if you clean we ballin, eat you til you catch convulsions |
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And girls all fiend, for the bodm on my team and my mob |
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Think we scheme and we rob the way they screamin' for God |
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And all sluts wit the V's, let em see how it be |
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They be like "No, you ain't puttin all that meat up in me" |
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You whylin out, for the styinout |
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girls say I'm foul and doubt |
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but baby got to understand |
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that's what my style's bout |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Ayyo a Pimp's a pimp |
