Po Pimp Lyrics

Song	Po Pimp
Artist	Do or Die
Album	Picture This
Download	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Mitchelle, Round, Round, Smith
	Chorus：johnny p
	Do you wanna riiide?
	In the backseat, of a caddy
	Chop it up, with do or die
	Do you wanna riiide?
	In the backseat, of a caddy
	Chop it up, with do or die
	Verse one: belo
	Seven double oh p.m.
	Fly low to them hoes in the b-m
	Sippin seagram, chewin on a wheat stem
	Touchin on my fo' fin
	Move it to the back so i can see who beepin this po pimp
	Spring to the phone with a slow limp
	In a trip that ************tted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
	Three line connection
	As the rest of them wanted affection
	Just bring the ******, we got the drinks you need
	And plus we strapped with two protections
	I put the phone in the hook, then i pause for a minute
	Cause i forgot where i met the hoe
	And the feeling i've forgotten if the hoes wanna snap
	I straight up check the hoe, really doe
	To the crib
	Chorus
	Verse two: ak-47, belo
	Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes
	Three miles per hour
	Like we runnin up on some ri-vals
	Never to deny though, these ******* look fly 'lo
	Introduce myself
	A to the mother****** k finna recognize
	Then i loose myself juice myself
	As you take one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and umm
	Self-centered *******z'll take two pulls cuz they thinkin about samplin umm
	P-i, m-p, ology, but logically
	We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...
	Mmm, ain't this some ************t, pull up in the c-a
	D-i, double-l, with ah a-c, a-c hoes
	They peep those, p-i, m-p, and they think that automatically
	Cause he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of that
	M-o, n-e, but why?
	Cause ******* be sportin nice cars and fancy clothes
	Fresh jewels girbaud flexin one five oh (chop chop)
	Chop up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoe
	Watch where your lips go, caress my tip slow
	To the tempo, instrumental
	Real simple when you ****** with a pimp doe
	Get involved in the backseat
	Let's have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
	Smokin on that finest grass
	Never miss what you never had, at last
	P-i, m-p, ology, but logically
	We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...
	Chorus
	Verse three: tung twista
	Well a mother***** might be broke and **********t
	And then collecting no dough from tips
	But i be spittin mo' game than a mouthful of poker chips
	To get them hoes with the oprah lips and the provokin hips
	And never gotta tell her many lies
	I been lookin in the city skies, get up in the kitty's thighs
	Cause i'm blessed with a look of innocence, good sex
	Peanut butter complex and some pretty eyes
	Pity cries on my strategy side, yo when outta me gotta be
	Right, that'd be the flatter me right
	But if the head the bonk c'mon suck a ***** **********
	Members of my click, wanna see what that'd be like
	I know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat
	Don't be bogus and deny that
	I done got a hold of dem my fellas on the train
	While she lie back, now mother******* can you buy that?
	Where your ride at?
	On the passenger side of your hoe
	Tryin ta come up on another g
	The broad all up under me tryin ta smother me
	Lookin love-ly while i roll another bead, suddenly
	She learned that i don't deal with emotions
	But when we in the room she rubbin me with lotion
	Comin like an ocean coastin have a cig thinking
	Me and do or die dig drinkin love potion
	The word that was never said
	Twisted be givin women ************ in the bed, until they sick in the head
	And if i ever leave whoever dead
	They ain't trickin the feds or spittin game but it's chicken and bread
	Kickin them legs in the air like a playa do
	Then belittle in a day or two
	After words i'ma slay a crew
	Now that's some pimp type ************t that b-low and ak'll do
	Wearing gray and blue
	If a hoe wanna holler then you a playa if you hit them ends
	And get the dividends
	But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your friends
	Cause i studied p-i, m-p, ology, but logically
	Be learnin these hoes biology, obviously, well...
	Chorus

	zuo ci : Mitchelle, Round, Round, Smith
	Chorus: johnny p
	Do you wanna riiide?
	In the backseat, of a caddy
	Chop it up, with do or die
	Do you wanna riiide?
	In the backseat, of a caddy
	Chop it up, with do or die
	Verse one: belo
	Seven double oh p. m.
	Fly low to them hoes in the bm
	Sippin seagram, chewin on a wheat stem
	Touchin on my fo' fin
	Move it to the back so i can see who beepin this po pimp
	Spring to the phone with a slow limp
	In a trip that tted with 31276210
	Three line connection
	As the rest of them wanted affection
	Just bring the , we got the drinks you need
	And plus we strapped with two protections
	I put the phone in the hook, then i pause for a minute
	Cause i forgot where i met the hoe
	And the feeling i' ve forgotten if the hoes wanna snap
	I straight up check the hoe, really doe
	To the crib
	Chorus
	Verse two: ak47, belo
	Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes
	Three miles per hour
	Like we runnin up on some rivals
	Never to deny though, these look fly ' lo
	Introduce myself
	A to the mother k finna recognize
	Then i loose myself juice myself
	As you take one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and umm
	Selfcentered z' ll take two pulls cuz they thinkin about samplin umm
	Pi, mp, ology, but logically
	We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...
	Mmm, ain' t this some t, pull up in the ca
	Di, doublel, with ah ac, ac hoes
	They peep those, pi, mp, and they think that automatically
	Cause he' s a pimp, he gotta be, full of that
	Mo, ne, but why?
	Cause be sportin nice cars and fancy clothes
	Fresh jewels girbaud flexin one five oh chop chop
	Chop up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoe
	Watch where your lips go, caress my tip slow
	To the tempo, instrumental
	Real simple when you with a pimp doe
	Get involved in the backseat
	Let' s have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
	Smokin on that finest grass
	Never miss what you never had, at last
	Pi, mp, ology, but logically
	We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...
	Chorus
	Verse three: tung twista
	Well a mother might be broke and t
	And then collecting no dough from tips
	But i be spittin mo' game than a mouthful of poker chips
	To get them hoes with the oprah lips and the provokin hips
	And never gotta tell her many lies
	I been lookin in the city skies, get up in the kitty' s thighs
	Cause i' m blessed with a look of innocence, good sex
	Peanut butter complex and some pretty eyes
	Pity cries on my strategy side, yo when outta me gotta be
	Right, that' d be the flatter me right
	But if the head the bonk c' mon suck a
	Members of my click, wanna see what that' d be like
	I know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat
	Don' t be bogus and deny that
	I done got a hold of dem my fellas on the train
	While she lie back, now mother can you buy that?
	Where your ride at?
	On the passenger side of your hoe
	Tryin ta come up on another g
	The broad all up under me tryin ta smother me
	Lookin lovely while i roll another bead, suddenly
	She learned that i don' t deal with emotions
	But when we in the room she rubbin me with lotion
	Comin like an ocean coastin have a cig thinking
	Me and do or die dig drinkin love potion
	The word that was never said
	Twisted be givin women in the bed, until they sick in the head
	And if i ever leave whoever dead
	They ain' t trickin the feds or spittin game but it' s chicken and bread
	Kickin them legs in the air like a playa do
	Then belittle in a day or two
	After words i' ma slay a crew
	Now that' s some pimp type t that blow and ak' ll do
	Wearing gray and blue
	If a hoe wanna holler then you a playa if you hit them ends
	And get the dividends
	But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your friends
	Cause i studied pi, mp, ology, but logically
	Be learnin these hoes biology, obviously, well...
	Chorus

	zuò cí : Mitchelle, Round, Round, Smith
	Chorus: johnny p
	Do you wanna riiide?
	In the backseat, of a caddy
	Chop it up, with do or die
	Do you wanna riiide?
	In the backseat, of a caddy
	Chop it up, with do or die
	Verse one: belo
	Seven double oh p. m.
	Fly low to them hoes in the bm
	Sippin seagram, chewin on a wheat stem
	Touchin on my fo' fin
	Move it to the back so i can see who beepin this po pimp
	Spring to the phone with a slow limp
	In a trip that tted with 31276210
	Three line connection
	As the rest of them wanted affection
	Just bring the , we got the drinks you need
	And plus we strapped with two protections
	I put the phone in the hook, then i pause for a minute
	Cause i forgot where i met the hoe
	And the feeling i' ve forgotten if the hoes wanna snap
	I straight up check the hoe, really doe
	To the crib
	Chorus
	Verse two: ak47, belo
	Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes
	Three miles per hour
	Like we runnin up on some rivals
	Never to deny though, these look fly ' lo
	Introduce myself
	A to the mother k finna recognize
	Then i loose myself juice myself
	As you take one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and umm
	Selfcentered z' ll take two pulls cuz they thinkin about samplin umm
	Pi, mp, ology, but logically
	We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...
	Mmm, ain' t this some t, pull up in the ca
	Di, doublel, with ah ac, ac hoes
	They peep those, pi, mp, and they think that automatically
	Cause he' s a pimp, he gotta be, full of that
	Mo, ne, but why?
	Cause be sportin nice cars and fancy clothes
	Fresh jewels girbaud flexin one five oh chop chop
	Chop up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoe
	Watch where your lips go, caress my tip slow
	To the tempo, instrumental
	Real simple when you with a pimp doe
	Get involved in the backseat
	Let' s have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
	Smokin on that finest grass
	Never miss what you never had, at last
	Pi, mp, ology, but logically
	We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...
	Chorus
	Verse three: tung twista
	Well a mother might be broke and t
	And then collecting no dough from tips
	But i be spittin mo' game than a mouthful of poker chips
	To get them hoes with the oprah lips and the provokin hips
	And never gotta tell her many lies
	I been lookin in the city skies, get up in the kitty' s thighs
	Cause i' m blessed with a look of innocence, good sex
	Peanut butter complex and some pretty eyes
	Pity cries on my strategy side, yo when outta me gotta be
	Right, that' d be the flatter me right
	But if the head the bonk c' mon suck a
	Members of my click, wanna see what that' d be like
	I know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat
	Don' t be bogus and deny that
	I done got a hold of dem my fellas on the train
	While she lie back, now mother can you buy that?
	Where your ride at?
	On the passenger side of your hoe
	Tryin ta come up on another g
	The broad all up under me tryin ta smother me
	Lookin lovely while i roll another bead, suddenly
	She learned that i don' t deal with emotions
	But when we in the room she rubbin me with lotion
	Comin like an ocean coastin have a cig thinking
	Me and do or die dig drinkin love potion
	The word that was never said
	Twisted be givin women in the bed, until they sick in the head
	And if i ever leave whoever dead
	They ain' t trickin the feds or spittin game but it' s chicken and bread
	Kickin them legs in the air like a playa do
	Then belittle in a day or two
	After words i' ma slay a crew
	Now that' s some pimp type t that blow and ak' ll do
	Wearing gray and blue
	If a hoe wanna holler then you a playa if you hit them ends
	And get the dividends
	But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your friends
	Cause i studied pi, mp, ology, but logically
	Be learnin these hoes biology, obviously, well...
	Chorus

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