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I'm a professional, pimpin' like Worldwide, but it's You ask them hoes and ask them clothes Who dat smokin'
Talkin' she fast to go And like Curtis off in the lex Let me see if she it
Gettin' by so Gettin' by so year I was mackin' We but you grabbed too
DJ the slow jams don, never bro-ham Oh damn, beeds Smokin' beeds in my
Pass the to the next man Put it out in the hand on my day bew Now who's them pimps that stay
do, uh huh, motherfucker we done made you So you can too It's the that laid you I know you see me in the
And the radio recognition like a center Analyze to a nigga bigga It's the hoes with the shh used to the right shh
Baby girl, hit your quick See the mic fit, say hello, some some Check 1, check 2, new And all for you
Bump the AC the vents Still ridin' with the 10 If it don't make dollars then it don't make Well, hit the beed' and let me do my limp, uh-huh,
girl, where the mob at You can get where the jobs at Ho' in the word disregard that 3 men in the cad dime sacks
And gators on, now who started that? been a po P Standing on you P 'cuz a brotha mo' cheese And I reach to the like the oldies
Saw me in the club better then I hope is Do you wanna have Lay in the lex 2 in effect
No stains on the Strap up the tex Just tell me you wanna do But you know a want you
Flip a penny if we to or tails on the scale even if a brotha fails I'll be clientele But I'm still back to you
Baby girl, come with me You could a lot of skills with me Lay back and be with me money on the side
We can and collide it's supposed to be What it to me? 'Cuz you need a man to make plans to advance you
Take a and you'll dance too Uh-huh, mic check, mic check, new And all for you
Bump the AC the vents ridin' with the darker 10 If it don't make dollars then it don't sense Well, hit the beed' and let me do my
I know you're for the top notch Hennessey take 2 shots, alize just a few Our pimpin not to block Get a fade and amazed when we do
Get the digits to my new Not the old new flaw Come in pairs 2 socks Me and you against the like 2Pac
And I you got your crew locked Can we to 2 glocks Why you actin' like too sharp? In the get you juice-nark
Better as A to the mother fucking K And um, if it's love he want no faded, umm See I'm a and it's all mine
You dropped man now your all mine I'ma player so it time Defeat the purpose let me you Better yet say the and I'ma meet you
PHD with a Did he pay? So we Baby girl, just speak Haters hate what we do, paper chasing for group
Well, let me go back to front, front to In her face did I do Get the Philly's and the green the back Got the good game the breeze and the macks
To the mall and yes, gotta ball, dress Domp hat with the Head shoes and the vest clothes I Suppose I put 'em all to the test
But you can never be me You can as we grow game with a neat flow But I never play games turn around cheap hoes
CD's, where the go And I love the way she ride and with her deep throat me in the C A D I double L we ride Down the ave and the AC's
You can or do you wanna ride Get high, you and I, Mic check 1 2, and all for you
Bump the AC through the Still ridin' the darker 10 If it don't dollars then it don't make sense Well, hit the and let me do my limp
Bump the AC through the Still with the darker 10 If it don't make dollars it don't make sense Well, hit the and let me do my limp Mic now
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