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Get Rich or Die tryin
(Chorus 2x) I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P (Verse1) Now shorty she in da club, she's dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She's feeding fools fantasies they pay her cuz they want her I spit a little G man and my game got her A hour later had her ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in they ear saying they think about her I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cuz I'm from New York I aint that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some head I'm that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some bread I could care less how she perform while she in the bed Bitches that try catch a date and come and play the kid Look baby this is simple you cant see, you fucking with me you fucking with a P-I-M-P (Chorus 2x) (Verse 2) I'm by my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair bitch I'm a P-I-M-P Come get money with me, if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P Girl we could pop some champagne, and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall If ever you need some one, I'm the one you should call Ill be there to pick you up if ever you should fall If you got problems I could solve them, they big or they small That other nigga you be with aint about shit I'm your friend, your father, AND confidant, BITCH (Chorus 2x) (Verse 3) Shorty I told you fools before, I stay with the twos I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe till I got a bitch confused She got on payless, me I got on gator shoes I'm shopping for Chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper Man this ho, you could have her when I'm done I aint gonna keep her Man bitches come and go, every nigga and pimp they know They say mystique but you aint gotta keep it on the low Bitch tutor me how you strippin in the street Put my other hoes down you get your ass beat Now lick my bottom bitch, you always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your hoe outta pocket I put a charge on the bitch Cuz I need 4 TVs and they Mgs for a 6 Hoe make the pimp rich, I aint payin bitch Catch a dick, such a dick shiiiiiit...trick (Chorus 2x) Yea, In Hollywood they say there's no business like show business In the hood they say there's no business like ho business you know See I talk a little fast, but if you listen real fast I aint gotta slow down for you 2 catch up BITCH Hahaha, Yea |
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| 2. |
| 4:50 |
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Get Rich or Die tryin
(Chorus 2x) I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P (Verse1) Now shorty she in da club, she's dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She's feeding fools fantasies they pay her cuz they want her I spit a little G man and my game got her A hour later had her ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in they ear saying they think about her I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cuz I'm from New York I aint that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some head I'm that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some bread I could care less how she perform while she in the bed Bitches that try catch a date and come and play the kid Look baby this is simple you cant see, you fucking with me you fucking with a P-I-M-P (Chorus 2x) (Verse 2) I'm by my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair bitch I'm a P-I-M-P Come get money with me, if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P Girl we could pop some champagne, and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall If ever you need some one, I'm the one you should call Ill be there to pick you up if ever you should fall If you got problems I could solve them, they big or they small That other nigga you be with aint about shit I'm your friend, your father, AND confidant, BITCH (Chorus 2x) (Verse 3) Shorty I told you fools before, I stay with the twos I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe till I got a bitch confused She got on payless, me I got on gator shoes I'm shopping for Chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper Man this ho, you could have her when I'm done I aint gonna keep her Man bitches come and go, every nigga and pimp they know They say mystique but you aint gotta keep it on the low Bitch tutor me how you strippin in the street Put my other hoes down you get your ass beat Now lick my bottom bitch, you always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your hoe outta pocket I put a charge on the bitch Cuz I need 4 TVs and they Mgs for a 6 Hoe make the pimp rich, I aint payin bitch Catch a dick, such a dick shiiiiiit...trick (Chorus 2x) Yea, In Hollywood they say there's no business like show business In the hood they say there's no business like ho business you know See I talk a little fast, but if you listen real fast I aint gotta slow down for you 2 catch up BITCH Hahaha, Yea |
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