Game ft. Lord Coonie Lyrics

Now look bitch, I don't told ya

I ain't no Pimp, I'm a playa

I can't coach that pussy for you

I know who can coach that pussy tho

My nigga Lord Coonie

Lord Coonie gon coach that pussy baby

He gon put you in the game, watch change into something nice like

Know what I'm talking about

Rule number 1, collect the dough and bring the funds

Rule number 2, you always pop it for the crew

Rule number 3, nothing's free so pay the fee

Imma G rollin out the P

My bitches swipe them Vs (Visas)

I pull up like max

Like count it for the Mack

Say you short a stack

Well baby make it clap

And bring it back to the end zone

I'm tryna cop a benzo

That bitch in the friend zone

I'm all about my ins hoe

This pimpin' that I got in my blood it came from a family tree

My granddaddy was a pimp

My great great great granddaddy was a pimp

I'm talking about pimpin', been since pimpin'

Since been pimpin', since been pimpin'

Looking for a vibe, bitch I got it

Jus enough to slide up inside that throat

Just slurp it slow

Then I'm gon grease you right, all between ya thighs

Drop to knees as I burst my cream then I'm out the door

Back to chase that dough

Look bitch I ain't got no time to waste

Cause mine is money, them blue hundreds define my fate

Now look here honey

I need sugar sweet, pussy pink, juicy juice all over me

Fuck me till ya soul is weak, suck this dick don't use ya teeth

Cause I just made the reservation

Bitch fuck a candle light dinner, I been pussy craving

Jus tryna beat with the rod, I ain't here to save you

Better pray up to your God, cause I ain't your savior

I'm more your razor

Can't love you greater than maker, I don't know you like that that

Don't blow my phone up with no favors, I don't owe you like that

Just keep it kosher when I toast ya, keep that kitty intact

On the phone with my main bitch, I'll call you right back

Cause you ain't my issue, hoe you just a rental

Dog you out inside that kennel is where I dismiss you

Rug ya out like a rat while you Dill this pickle

To pimp you out of your blouse, bitch, I don't intend too

This Game will reinvent you

Looking for a vibe, bitch I got it

Jus enough to slide up inside that throat

Just slurp it slow

Then I'm gon grease you right, all between ya thighs

Drop to knees as I burst my cream then I'm out the door

Back to chase that dough

Yea bitch

That's that Pimp shit for your ears nigga

Ay shoutout to Lord Coonie for jumping on this shit nigga

I appreciate ya, on God

Now look bitch

My momma told me never degrade a bitch

So when I grade ya bitch, you better come with ya Grade A

Know what I'm talmbout

Hahaha

I always wanted to say that to a trick I don't know why

We gon let this shit fade out though

Yea