50 CENT-P.I.M.P.
(Chorus 2x)
I don?t know what u heard about me
But a bitch can?t get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can?t see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
(Verse1)
Now shorty she in da club, she?s dancing for
dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that
Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She?s feeding fools fantasies they pay her cuz
they want her
I spit a little G man and my game got her
A hour later had her ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in they ear saying they think
about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink
up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like
the way I talk
She from the country, then she like me cuz I?m
from New York
I aint that nigga trying to holla cuz I want
some head
I?m that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some
bread
I could care less how she perform while she in
the bed
Bitches that try catch a date and come and play
the kid
Look baby this is simple u cant see, u fucking
me u fucking with a P-I-M-P
(Chorus 2x)
(Verse 2)
I?m by my money u see, girl u can holla at me
If u fucking with me, I?m a P-I-M-P
Not what u see on TV, no Cadillac, no breezy
Head full of hair bitch I?m a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some
TV
From the backseat of my V, I?m a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne, and we could
have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could
have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tempt the mall
If ever you need some one, I?m the one u should
call
I be there to pick u up if ever u should fall
If you got problems I could solve them, they big
or they small
Dat other nigga u be with aint about shit
I?m your friend, your father, your confidant,
BITCH
(Chorus 2x)
(Verse 3)
Shawty I told u fools before, I stay with the
twos
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a ho till I got a bitch confused
She got on payless, me I got on gator shoes
I?m shopping for Chinchillas, in the summer they
cheaper
Man this ho, you could have her when I?m done I
aint gonna keep her
Man bitches come and go, every nigga and pimp
they know
They say mystique but you aint gotta keep it on
the low
Bitch tutor me how u strippin in the street
Put my other hoes down u get your ass beat
Now lick my bottom bitch, u always come up with
my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her
head
Get your hoe outta pocket I put a charge on the
bitch
Cuz I need 4 TVs and they Mgs for a 6
Hoe make the pimp rich, I aint payin bitch
Catch a dick, such a dick shiiiiiit...trick
(Chorus 2x)
Yea, In Hollywood they say there?s no business
like show business
In the hood they say there?s no business like ho
business
U know
See I talk a little fast, but if u listen real
fast
I aint gotta slow down for u 2 catch up BITCH
Yea
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