Sprinter Pimper
Pulled up in a sprinter
My neck look like winter
I just seen a bad gyal
I told her to enter
She know I'm a thug
She said, "give it to me killer"
Took her to the O
But it ain't O Block where I sent her
All these women love me
Got me feelin' like a pimper
The way that she go down all on my wood
I'm yellin' timber
I be movin' hot
You mess around and catch an ember
I kept it 100 From Tha Jump
Do you remember?
Hopped off the porch with that chop
Gimme jaw 'til it lock
Thought she had a grip on it
But she put it on my Glock
I'm a baller, check the clock
Money counter ain't 'gon stop
Known to bust all on a thot
While my .40 bust my opps
Got a neck full of rocks
And her neck full of rock
Got a wood full of za
And my wood in her jaw
Ain't no gravity when I'm with her
You know I break the law
Don't get mad if that's your chick
Because lil jit you need to stop
Yeah
I'm a pimper, yeah
Ain't no simper, yeah
To much sauce on me
I swear it's just to simple, yeah
I'm official, señorita
Blow the whistle, yeah
If you wanna be like me
There ain't no stencil, yeah
I be dripped out
Got them blues all in my pocket
Like I'm cripped out
Way before the money
All these women wanna get down
Don't think they on me
Just because a hitta lit now, or I...
Pulled up in a sprinter
My neck look like winter
I just seen a bad gyal
I told her to enter
She know I'm a thug
She said, "give it to me killer"
Took her to the O
But it ain't O Block where I sent her
All these women love me
Got me feelin' like a pimper
My neck look like winter
I just seen a bad gyal
I told her to enter
She know I'm a thug
She said, "give it to me killer"
Took her to the O
But it ain't O Block where I sent her
All these women love me
Got me feelin' like a pimper
The way that she go down all on my wood
I'm yellin' timber
I be movin' hot
You mess around and catch an ember
I kept it 100 From Tha Jump
Do you remember?
Hopped off the porch with that chop
Gimme jaw 'til it lock
Thought she had a grip on it
But she put it on my Glock
I'm a baller, check the clock
Money counter ain't 'gon stop
Known to bust all on a thot
While my .40 bust my opps
Got a neck full of rocks
And her neck full of rock
Got a wood full of za
And my wood in her jaw
Ain't no gravity when I'm with her
You know I break the law
Don't get mad if that's your chick
Because lil jit you need to stop
Yeah
I'm a pimper, yeah
Ain't no simper, yeah
To much sauce on me
I swear it's just to simple, yeah
I'm official, señorita
Blow the whistle, yeah
If you wanna be like me
There ain't no stencil, yeah
I be dripped out
Got them blues all in my pocket
Like I'm cripped out
Way before the money
All these women wanna get down
Don't think they on me
Just because a hitta lit now, or I...
Pulled up in a sprinter
My neck look like winter
I just seen a bad gyal
I told her to enter
She know I'm a thug
She said, "give it to me killer"
Took her to the O
But it ain't O Block where I sent her
All these women love me
Got me feelin' like a pimper
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Writer(s): Landon Weatherspoon
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