ฟังเพลงLike A Pimp (Explicit)

Say b***h I'm thinking of a master plan

And I'm bringing this paper faster than

These other lil bastards can

So I'm digging in my mind for the b***hes I broke

And keep a player paid in full cause pimping ain't no joke

You want to pop that p***y that's a slim a*s chance

Put the paper in the panties when you get that dance

This C O D nigga so you can keep your nuh plastic cards

No checks no money orders Visas or Master Cards

Original old school rock balling rappers

B***hes still say we high side call us sky cappers

But why slap us when you think a nigga down on his luck

You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck

Now what the f**k part of the game taught y'all that b***h play

See we makes a b***h pay

Like a b***h weigh

And then a b***h stay

Wouldn't sit still

F**k how this s**t feel

This ain't studio pimping

This s**t real pimping

I got them b***hes popping p***y getting buck

Getting buck

And you know that we couldn't give a f**k

Give a f**k

I got them b***hes on the corner selling cock

Selling cock

And the game that we go don't stop

Don't stop

I got them thug a*s niggaz with the syrup

With the syrup

And you know that we always blowing herb

Blowing herb

And in the club man you know we stay strapped

Stay strapped

And b***h you know that it ain't about this rap

Ain't about this rap

To many niggaz out here buying h*es a meal

Nigga that ain't the way a b***h supposed to feel

I close the deal from the front door

F**k me right and suck me tight

And you just might hit the blunt h*e

I don't stunt and blow smoke up your a*s baby

But don't be acting all saditty with class baby

You with a nigga such as my self it'll cost you

So pay before a nigga f**k around and be the tosser

Sweet Jones gripping grain

With all that s**t you talk ain't got no bezatine chain

And most of y'all niggaz ain't nothing but tricks

But we sipping lean and breaking bricks

Popping pills work the wood wheel

F**k where you're from and f**k how you feel

If you want to go to war I'll take you to war

I got an AK-47 and a tek in the car

I got them b***hes popping p***y getting buck

Getting buck

And you know that we couldn't give a f**k

Give a f**k

I got them b***hes on the corner selling cock

Selling cock

And the game that I got don't stop

Don't stop

I got them thug a*s niggaz with the syrup

With the syrup

And you know that we always blowing herb

Blowing herb

And in the club man you know we stay strapped

Stay strapped

And b***h you know that it ain't about this rap

Ain't about this rap

B***h niggaz getting hit in the front

In the front

I give a f**k b***h you can hit the blunt

Hit the blunt

And everyday young boys that's paid

That's paid

Lay it down when we chopping on the blades

Chopping on the blades

I'm always trying to put in work

Niggaz wanna do my dirt

Balling down on Beale Street

Sipping on a pint of syrup

Chopping up the chronic w**d

Picking all the f**king seeds

Trying to slow my roll

In my trunk I got them f**king keys

Always riding Chevy things

Shining on them twanky things

Kids I'm a role model

Police I'm a d**e man

Can't forget to check my traps

Got me cheese a player slap

People say that pimping dead

Never has it left my mouth

Optimos a fifth of crown

Red eyes with a frown

Niggaz with them gold teeth

Fast talking on the town

Some of us are under cover

Make your baby mama love us

Knot in my right pocket

Left pocket got them rubbers

Right hand Rolex watch

Stuffed shirt plastic glock

Back pocket Chevy keys

Ready for the brain wash

I'mma go pimp a b***h

I'mma like wicked witch

Always got to watch your friends

Backstabbers cause a snitch

Now see let me blow your mind the real business in the wind

The main thing f**king up these h*es is their f**king friends

You remember back in day it was niggaz pimping h*es

Take a look around now it be h*es pimping h*es

What the business what the deal man these h*es got me f**ked

Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck

Oh you f**king with my cheese oh you f**king with my paper

B***h you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her

I ain't mad about my girl licking p***y with a girl

Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my world

B***h I'll tell you what your job and your job nonstop

I need the spectacles testicles wallet and watch

I need the coke keys door keys low keys rover keys

On knees and Bentley's mozzarella cheese

Now nigga now you talking h*es get to walking

And I ain't trying to hear that bulls**t b***h walk

B***h

Hold up hold up