(Hook)
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Pimp see in my cassette deck,
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Pimp see in my cassette deck.
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(Verse)
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I¡¯m just way too chill,
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I live way too chill.
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Born a hustle like I¡¯m Gerard Butler,
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And you know I keep it all cup up.
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Turn about me appeal,
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I¡¯m just way too chill.
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I¡¯m riding dirty in my Benz on,
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I¡¯m pimping women, I¡¯ve got ten hoes,
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Pumping a bucket full of stones,
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And you know I¡¯m smoking strong.
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You know my partners put me on,
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I call it bumpy on the phone.
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Cause my nigger¡¯s so dope,
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And all my niggers so dope.
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(Hook)
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Pimp see in my cassette deck,
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Pimp see in my cassette deck.
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(Verse)
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Pimp see in my cassette deck,
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Banging out of our head set
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Talking about some pussy that he left
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And then he muted it like a deaf.
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This is the life of a jet set,
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But jassy yellow pop as you just met,
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Bust it open and leave it dead there.
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This is the life of a king,
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Money and power and jury that pleen,
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Bitches that bathe you and kiss on your ring,
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When they kiss on your ring I¡¯m off to the Benz.
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Cause we got cars that cost like a house
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Houses that cost like a sub-division
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Bitches I see and I love the position
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So no interrupt in this snug position
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I¡¯m truly the most, really the now,
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Haters watching but still imma bow
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Putting them off, they rip off the wall
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Gladiators that would kill if I call.
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We got work in the walls,
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The money is under the floor,
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And the guns is in every room,
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To get you hands up if you come to the door.
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Better know who has the town
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Ripping the life and I¡¯m holding it down
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Give a fuck if you like how it sounds
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Get all the texts they¡¯re fucking around.
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So I grap on my top, leave in my fifth, pump in my trunk.
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Junk in the deuce while I¡¯m sipping my juice
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And I¡¯m turning it up, bitch, I¡¯m getting it crawl.
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(Hook)
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Pimp see in my cassette deck,
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Pimp see in my cassette deck.
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(Verse)
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Pimp see in my cassette deck,
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Cadi¡¯ paint dripping,
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A hundred tho¡¯ on my neck,
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Pay cash, no check.
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Rip microphones like I¡¯m sweet James Jones
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Still can¡¯t believe that my nigger be gone.
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Prones brokes poking at the side of the Cadi¡¯
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Keep a set of sexy yellers riding in Bugatti.
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But it¡¯s for the money, never for the honey,
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I¡¯m a real nigger, she can¡¯t get shit from me.
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I make the hoes pay me,
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Pimping bought me this Mercedes
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Ever since I was a baby had the ladies going crazy.
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Ain¡¯t got a pimp cup, but I got a sip cup,
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Double that money, full of that purple stuff.
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That big moe, that pimp seat,
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That DJ scrootch, real niggers feel me.
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And imma stay real till the nigger kill me
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Even after that I¡¯ll still be forever known still.
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(Hook)
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Pimp see in my cassette deck,
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Pimp see in my cassette deck.
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Cassette Deck
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Harry Fraud |