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We come through extra
Y'all love it, who don't sex and violence?
She got a camera phone, send a and a text
Fiends dough, tricks want sex

Bitches dick, pimps want a grip
Motherfuckers wanna know when you gon'
Man, you rich, you kick it in the hood?
Sellin' and fuckin' bitches real good?

Don't let 'em fool ya, these ain't innocent
They'll change the game and make the gangsters start pimpin'
He don't want her, she's a decoy
You gotta use her, you know hoes the d-boy

So let 'em do ya, put them hookers to
He want to save the hoe, so he her to church
Bitches slangin', lootin', hookin',
Work the credit cards, stealin', cookin' and

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
Beotch, mov-mov-movin' in your

Have you ever seen flow?
Well, is how you do it though
Man, I don't a fuck
Fuck it, how I ride, in the bucket

Trip, I told nigga to hold his bitch
Come equipped but trip, nigga mold his bitch
The bomb, I think he in possession of mine
'Cause the bitch is to put my dick on top of her mind

I'm too G'd up to play with bustaz
Got somethin' to start trippin' niggaz lanes and
I'm Gotti, motherfucker, and T's
Nickels and semi-automatic and beams

I don't really give a about your hood, my nigga
I'm tryin' to make all bad good, my nigga
Got for the pimpin', Chucks on the daily
I trippin' off these busta niggaz, bitches gotta pay me

To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
Yeah,

Always poppin' that shit like you to
But you don't say a fuckin' when I come through
I call the shot, gon' touch you
But you even half a fag, nigga, fuck you

Always talkin 'bout a nigga gon' do
But you a hoe, so don't believe you
it up for the world to see
The return of Mr. X to the Z,

To my niggaz in them Cadillacs, that battle axe
A million every 90 days, imagine that
My habitat is black, with heavy gats
Hit a nigga so hard his head gon' touch his back

Dog, set it off, motherfuck them
I it pimpin' for my paper in my now or later
Made my mark for my spark, terror you apart
You better have you some heart, comin' out here after

If you gon' start, you finish, nigga, handle yo' business
Because you like a menace, you got sent off to the dentist
I don't be goin' back and like full court tennis
We gon' handle what we gon' handle, you walkin' in sandals

In a hospital robe, back of body exposed
I stay in militant mode, I holes to your clothes
Because one for the hustle, two for transition
For my brothers in position still in the kitchen

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks

To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks

To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
Beotch, mov-mov-movin' in your

Gators,