P.I.M.P. Lyrics

Ha, yee you know me smelling like CREED in Tha VIP

Hol up, the bitch ask for a seat, I told her she can get it

But I gotta get a fee

Listen I forgot to mention had to cut a hoe off

She was penny pinching

Coming up shawt on every backend

Second guessing myself like I'm lacking

Wait, could've swore I was grown

Ain finna tongue wrestle over no phone

Nic Nac patty wack give a dog I bone

I'm like BIG GAT CLICK CLAT shoot'em in the dome

If Tha Bitch knew better she'll do better

I'm feeling like Biggie in a COOGI sweater

Naw if Tha Bitch knew better she'll do better

I'm feeling like New leather in some cool weather HA

Hoe don't you PLAY ME, that Bitch ask if I got hoes

Hoe MAYBE, Bitch you already know

I been out here chasing Doe, cause ima P I M P hoe

Hey, talking to my dog like Dr. Dolittle

He said get Tha money Tee you a go getta

You know ima let her ain even finna sweat her

I'm feeling real P in this cashmere sweater

Gotta Bitch name Lexis, in a Brand new Lexus

Work in Tha East sell pussy in Texas

Sending me text like Daddy we straight

I told her yeen seen shit baby jus wait

Gotta new trick that's coming out of State

So Tha cake get baked, cause the play can't wait

In a new rental wit a outta state plate

Finna hit tha lick like DUBS I skate

Fuck laying low ain even tryna wait

Feel like Tony Hawk I'm bored I skate

Big gas petal to tha metal no brakes

Everybody fake 6 o'clock I'm straight

She scrambling eggs and cooking me steak

On my worst behavior feeling like Drake

Now she on her knees she ain't finna pray

I'm on tequila I didn't come to play HOL UP