Pimps Still Need Luv, Pt. 1

Club
Pimps still need luv
The bitches get boring
His fast car is foreign
He bought love

He just tryna find love in a check
In the Cadillacs and gas money spent
He a throw it all away for a bitch
Pray for rain, it's hard out here for a pimp

Say you flipping bags, cap, what you got to show
Kats they flip the packs then stash the cash right in the floor
Block it's getting hot, got the feds right at your door
Bustin in this bitch, then we gon smoke them like cigar

We run in and get what we want
Load up the glock, got no time on the clock
I took his chain and his watch
A bitch Flava Flav the way I'm getting off

Ski mask that's pink like my pussy
First bitch that move getting hit like a bong
Close to the edge, so don't push me
If I lose my head, choppa sing like a song

Club
Pimps still need luv
The bitches get boring
His fast car is foreign
He bought love

He just tryna find love in a check
In the Cadillacs and gas money spent
He a throw it all away for a bitch
Pray for rain, it's hard out here for a pimp

Hit 100 in the whip, push that pedal to the floor
On the Lodge with it, police on our ass for sure
Think I might be happy, got what money can't afford
Diamonds on my neck, just took a check, but I want more

Slick, he be talking that talk
He don't walk the walk, he sit down like a dog
He flashing bands but ain't spend that shit
So I call the mob, get him robbed

I need my payment today
Kats need the Pack, put some food on my plate
Boy, you ain't moving no weight
Set your ass up, tryna flex in my face

Club
Pimps still need luv
The bitches get boring
His fast car is foreign
He bought love

He just tryna find love in a check
In the Cadillacs and gas money spent
He a throw it all away for a bitch
Pray for rain, it's hard out here for a pimp



Credits
Writer(s): Caitlin Smith
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