[Soulja Slim]
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Yep, I need a top boss bitch in my factory, ya heard me, my boss bitch
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They say dat we was of tha same kind & ain't lyin'
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But at dat time I did shit to fuck ya like you was mine
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Turn tha ghetto bitch boss & let her floss
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It don't make dollars it don't make sense dat pussy cost
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Break it off & when you get it brang it to me
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Split it down tha middle, you get 2 I get 3
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I wouldn't call it pimpin', they thank pimpin' played out
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Still tha same cept Soulja Slim shit layed out
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Put cha on your feet to keep ya neat, nigga speak
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Not only dat she make a nigga wanna eat
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Nigga tweak for a big booty & a smile
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Might hurt me later on but don't hurt now
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Sendin' good pussy on this mission to fuck this faker
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Figure maker, perpatraitor, a soulja hater
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Thank he boss cause he fuckin' my ghetto hoe
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But I'm off in his baby momma & tha nigga never know
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An I'm slick side doggin' it at random
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Met her at Bayou Classic, when Southern played Gramblin'
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She was pushin' yo Expedition, tell me if I'm wrong?
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Tha bitch tinted, grill fitted, sittin' on chrome
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Followed me home in yo shit, tore tha pussy up
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Bust a nut, left a soulja rag in tha truck
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remember dat, dat was me, actually
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I did it on G-P for tha dog nigga up in me
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[Chorus x2: Soulja Slim]
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All hoes get layed, boss bitches get paid
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I see somethin' in ya, we can blow up like tha world trade
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Slang dat ass, make dat cash, brang it back to me
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You be tha top boss bitch up in my factory
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[Soulja Slim]
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Now back to my hoe I lie to, said I die for,
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My whole life I thank I cried enough
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Still hype enough to keep my paper steady comin'
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Heads up, where they at? I hear 'em drummin'
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I'm hotter than tha gun dat killed Martin Luther King
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That why tha fuck I can't floss on Narizen
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Dat light green sticky sticky got my vision blurry
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Head buried underground, feel like I smoked a pound
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Shake down, give it up, drop it like it's hot
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Me & tha Bossalinie close & open up shop
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It's understood dat you ain't nothin' but my boss bitch
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Double cross me get cha head knocked off bitch
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To tha river ya go buck naked wit out no clothes
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Bullet lodged to ya dome, bust open asshole
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Disrespect tha code get ya self fucked over
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Got cha pysched all tha way out there behind Soulja
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I played them hoes, I'm a cold blooded ass nigga
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I done it to ya girl, look here don't get mad nigga
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I done dat bad nigga but fuck you know what's happ'n
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I lay ya down, I'm a dog here besides rappin'
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[Chorus]
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Slim Pimpin'
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Soulja Slim |