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Tytuł: This Pimp

  • Wykonawca: Project Pat
  • Wy¶wietleń: 340
Talking...
  
  [Project Pat]
  Hoe I know you got this loot
  fuck around make me shoot
  up I'm like I'm a rocket
  yea I knock it when I hit them boots
  make that pussy wetter then
  running like a faucet tap
  though we get ya stupid then
  yo face is gonna get a slap
  thorough breds are on the map
  pimps are riding checky tramps
  prostituting straight up looting table dances in ya lap
  keep a cough drop in ya cap
  like the way that booty flap
  nine hundred every night so you know that pussy snap
  take me off the weight of fame
  Im'a let you run ya game
  but if it don't profit us that'll bring a pimp to shame
  swang a fist bout a her eye
  kiss my dick never good-bye
  fuck around and break ya leg hoe if ya tell a lie
  biggest booty in the club-ah
  I'm the dad you the mother
  out here corning like no other
  you's a freaky muthafucka
  what they used to say to ya
  hooker now they paying ya
  me & you done falled off broke yea thats what they praying for
  
  [Chorus (2x):]
  
  You don't never wanna try (This Pimp this pimp)
  I'll bust ya head you tell a lie (Don't trip don't trip)
  Im'a look you in ya eye (And take grip and take grip)
  You get wrong you recieve (A fat lip a fat lip)
  
  [Verse 2]
  I'm bout to whip on this maggot means nothing bitch
  got a cute little face and a tight little switch
  getting rich off the chick'ill never happen in a milli-ion
  tired just from now cuz she a civilian
  not a soldier to this army'ill make ya change
  come up shorter and your face Im'a re-arrange
  you was looking strange but your pockets looking stranger
  I was bumpin me some ruffin in the changer
  swollen eyes busted lips but you know I'm loving you
  in the club shakin hips everyday I'm cussing you
  bitch I'm never trusting you thats because I'm smart hoe
  other niggas give ya cheese they ain't got no heart though
  hoe I'm gonna start yo ass with empty purse
  break you like a cash register then put in hearse
  conscience to the grave and I hope that you can see
  that I must get paid if you wants to fuck with me
  
  [Chorus (2x)]
  
  [Verse 3]
  Peter pipper beat the bitch
  sweeped her in the conflict
  through the town spit his game
  introduced her to a trick
  make-up hoe like a queen
  cooking cakes candy rings
  feeling up her pussy hole
  rub her for the dingalings
  but the hoe didn't meet her quarter
  so I walked out in an order
  break away from getting slapped start running for the border
  known to whip you out your draws
  bitch done went & told them laws
  got domestic violent charge in the morning out them bars
  duck niggas hate this shit
  catch'em going quack quack
  try snitching to a bitch trying to hold the mack back
  but it ain't gone happen cuz the playas out here rapping
  to these hoes laying down the law while I get the cap'n
  head cracking in a brick wall
  got me in a midst brawl
  showing out infront of folk
  that'll make me kill ya'll
  muthafuckin ass beat ya down like ya stole something
  turn right around hey hoe let me hold something
  
  You don't never wanna try (this pimp this pimp this pimp)