P.I.M.P.

Ha, yee you know me smelling like CREED in Tha VIP
Hol up, the bitch ask for a seat, I told her she can get it
But I gotta get a fee
Listen I forgot to mention had to cut a hoe off
She was penny pinching
Coming up shawt on every backend
Second guessing myself like I'm lacking
Wait, could've swore I was grown
Ain finna tongue wrestle over no phone
Nic Nac patty wack give a dog I bone
I'm like BIG GAT CLICK CLAT shoot'em in the dome
If Tha Bitch knew better she'll do better
I'm feeling like Biggie in a COOGI sweater
Naw if Tha Bitch knew better she'll do better
I'm feeling like New leather in some cool weather HA

Hoe don't you PLAY ME, that Bitch ask if I got hoes
Hoe MAYBE, Bitch you already know
I been out here chasing Doe, cause ima P I M P hoe

Hey, talking to my dog like Dr. Dolittle
He said get Tha money Tee you a go getta
You know ima let her ain even finna sweat her
I'm feeling real P in this cashmere sweater
Gotta Bitch name Lexis, in a Brand new Lexus
Work in Tha East sell pussy in Texas
Sending me text like Daddy we straight
I told her yeen seen shit baby jus wait
Gotta new trick that's coming out of State
So Tha cake get baked, cause the play can't wait
In a new rental wit a outta state plate
Finna hit tha lick like DUBS I skate
Fuck laying low ain even tryna wait
Feel like Tony Hawk I'm bored I skate
Big gas petal to tha metal no brakes
Everybody fake 6 o'clock I'm straight
She scrambling eggs and cooking me steak
On my worst behavior feeling like Drake
Now she on her knees she ain't finna pray
I'm on tequila I didn't come to play HOL UP



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Writer(s): Terrence Walker
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