| Pimping these hoes
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| Nothing but a G, is all I expose
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| I’ve been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping since
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| Been pimping since, been pimping these hoes
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| Pimping these hoes
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| Nothing but a G, is all I expose
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| I’ve been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping chicks
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| They got no sense, I’m pimping these hoes
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| A P-I-M-P. |
| is all I modify
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| And niggaz wanna try, but they don’t even qualify
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| To even get close, to a nigga named Trae
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| When I pull out the drop, trunk pop and wave
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| These hoes be bopping, when my screens lit
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| I fly right by, so they don’t even benefit
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| To get close to me, or S.L.A.B.
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| We threw up the deuce, so keep beating your feet
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| My game be out of reach, unseen and unheard
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| I wreck so many flows, I’m classified as terd
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| Shit, who you think showed y’all the game
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| Definition of a guerilla, that’s untamed
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| Swanging in fo’lanes, when I’m on the cell phone
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| With a dark brown dyke, and a bad yellow bone
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| That’s trying to get me home, so they can get it on They wanna get wrecked, so I’m calling Skinny home
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| Or maybe even By-Bo, if he pick up his phone
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| Or maybe even Z-Ro, if he ain’t in the zone
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| You know how we do it, pimping since been pimping still
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| Pimping never gon be simping, man
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| They don’t wanna see a G shining
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| Open up my mouth, and these hoes are gonna be blinded
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| Lining em up, like they on Soul Train
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| Lil’Trae off the chain, better get my change
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| When I hit the block, bitch better have my money
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| I’m a P-I-M-P, you think it’s funny
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| All about my dough, like Pooh Bear to honey
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| I’ma keep my hoes hopping, like a bunny
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| Get em on stage, and let em work and twerk
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| Come out they shirt and skirt, and do a little flirt
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| It don’t hurt to come off, a little bit of change
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| Cause my hoes is bringing, it back to me mayn
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| When I heat it, it’s gon cost a fee I have a thee
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| We fifteen minutes, or you have to ski
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| Don’t beat your meat, better yet beat your feet
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| Cause I’m the pimp that’s running, these H-Town streets
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| I’m a pimp by the way I walk, the way I talk
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| You mad but it ain’t my fault, your girl was taught
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| To work something, and bring it back to me Lil’B, you fake bustas recognize a G
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| I’m so thoed when I spit, money, hoes, clothes
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| It just won’t quit, been pimping since been pimping
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| Was this with million dolla hoes, to make me rich
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| Dish it’s nothing but shrimp, I strut with a limp
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| Never been a simp, or a whimp
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| Know the real niggaz, is feeling me Confidentially, a P-I-M-P
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| I’m a G from SLAB, pimp in these streets
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| Stepping out in clothes, that hoes done bought me Scoping Air Force 1's, hoes that jock me Jay’Ton the pimp, you don’t wanna see
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| Stepping out the Cadillac, with Kim and Rockell
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| Can’t forget Shay, cause she fine as hell
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| All a nigga know, is how to make change
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| So I send em in, and out the hotel
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| Spreading they legs, and working they mouth
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| It’s an everyday thang, in the Dirty South
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| In the game I play, I ain’t fin to be broke
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| When I want my mail, they better hit that route
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| And keep grinding, I want all of my cash
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| If they don’t come pay, then I’m kicking they ass
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| And sending em back, to the hood where they from
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| Hit the switch, and burn off on they ass
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| Pimp Skinny, G nigga
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| Represent, and let the game unfold
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| Recognize, I done told you hoes
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| Girl you know, my game is thoed
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| Nothing but the G shit, from the pros
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| Give me what’s mines, or you got to go Better peep the game, and go get my dough
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| And niggaz get to tripping, they can get the fo'
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| Cause I’m a G nigga, till the day I go And when I hit the do', commits to cuff your hoe
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| Late night fucking, in the middle the flo'
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| Until your bitch say, she don’t want no mo'
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| (ooh Pimp skinny), you already know
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| Been in my blood, since 1−9-7−4
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| Never ever, will I love a hoe
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| I just knock em down, and put em out the do' |