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I don't know what you heard about me
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But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
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No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
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That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
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[Verse 1]
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Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
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She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
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That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
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She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
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I spit a little G man, and my game got her
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A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
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Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
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I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
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She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
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She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
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I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
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I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
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I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
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Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
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Look baby this is simple, you can't see
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You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
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If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
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Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
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Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
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Come get money with me, if you curious to see
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how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
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Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
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From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
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Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
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We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
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We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
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If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
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I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
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If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
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That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
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I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH
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[Verse 3]
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I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
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I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
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I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
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She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
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I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
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Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
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Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
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You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
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Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
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Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
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Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
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The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
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Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
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Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
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Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
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Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
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Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
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In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
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They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
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I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
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P.I.M.P.
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| 50 Cent |
