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We through extra whylin' love it, who don't like sex and violence? She got a camera phone, send a picture and a Fiends want dough, want sex
Bitches want dick, pimps a grip Motherfuckers wanna know when you gon' Man, you rich, you still kick it in the 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 pimpin' women He don't her, she's just a decoy You gotta use her, you know love the d-boy
So let 'em do ya, put them hookers to He want to save the hoe, so he took her to Bitches slangin', lootin', hookin', the credit cards, stealin', cookin' and shootin'
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Have you seen fluent flow? Well, this is how you do it Man, I don't a fuck Fuck it, how I ride, slide in the
Trip, I told this to hold his bitch Come equipped but don't trip, nigga his bitch The bitch bomb, I think he in possession of 'Cause the bitch is tryin' to put my dick on top of her
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 ninas and
I don't really give a fuck your hood, my nigga I'm just to make all bad good, my nigga Got for the pimpin', Chucks on the daily I ain't trippin' off these niggaz, bitches gotta pay me
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 gators And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your
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 Yeah,
Always poppin' shit like you want to But you say a fuckin' thing when I come through I call the shot, gon' touch you But you ain't even half a fag, nigga, you
Always 'bout what a nigga gon' do But you a hoe, so nobody don't you Lightin' it up for the to see The return of Mr. X to the Z,
To my niggaz in them Cadillacs, that battle axe A million dollars every 90 days, that My habitat is black, ramsacked with heavy Hit a nigga so hard his head gon' touch his back
Dog, set it off, motherfuck haters I keep it for my paper in my now or later my mark for my spark, terror tear you apart You better have you some heart, comin' out here dark
If you gon' start, you finish, nigga, handle yo' business you spoke like a menace, you got sent off to the dentist I don't be goin' back and forth like court tennis We gon' handle we gon' handle, have you walkin' in sandals
In a robe, back of your 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 cookin' in the kitchen
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' movin' in your To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in 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 To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks Beotch, mov-mov-movin' in Chucks
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