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You can tell by my walk I'm a pimp
And my chain so heavy got a limp, bro
All my bitches pretty and they witty
Got a nice fat ass and some real pert titties

P-I-M-P-I-N, that's pimpin
Niggas can't do like me, I'm different
Eight or nine rings on one hand
So the slap feel different

Defeat taste a lot like the back of my left hand
That's crazy
Got a dent in his forehead That match with the rings on my left hand
That's crazy

Weave crooked so I know a bitch ghetto
Plug callin' so I gotta say hello
Buck shot him, gotta itchy trigger finger
Now his mama cryin', askin' why I took her ragazzino

Nice with it
Buck, he pulled the gun, he lost his life with it
Blind lady luck, he rolled the dice with it
Lost a lung and his mind, i'm like a dike with it
Oh, you wanna try quit it

I got bodies to shoot a body, no time for that
You gon' catch a case and miss your flight, now you ain't flyin' back
My head where the designer at, purse big like a duffel bag
Wanna know why niggas grinning, I'm winning, Yeah Vonnie pimping

Might decline a call, too busy counting racks
My taste French, my bitch local
The 8th mid, but pound loco
The Great Brit, the loud homo the Von Sax
They can't miss the streets know though

P-I-M-P-I-N, that's pimpin'
Niggas can't do like me, I'm different
Eight or nine rings on one hand
So the slap feel different

You can catch me on the block with the pills and the licks
Some K for your mom and some blow for your sister
Pulled up in a Wraith and pulled off in a Fisker
I knew that bitch was dirty, need protection when I kissed her
Uh, here's a bat for the robin
And british little birds said her shit steady throbbin

Told her she could bring some friends, got a flock steady mobbin
But when I gotta go, bet they all start sobbin
Bitch, it's money to make, there's pictures to take
I'm feelin' real tender today, my dick need a break

I gotta go and shoot up the place and run up the safe
It's gettin' real hectic today, it feel like a race
Let's slow down the pace
Like, okay, this here's Jay
She new to the block and she go both ways
You can put it anywhere, you can finish any place
And if you don't wanna go on back to the cage

I got bodies to shoot up, I ain't no time for that
You gon' catch a case and miss your flight, now you ain't flyin' back
My head where designer at, purse big like a duffel bag
Wanna know why nigga grinning, I'm winning, yeah Vonnie pimpin
Might decline the call, too busy counting racks
My taste French, my bitch local, the 8th mid, the pound loco
The great Brit, the loud homo the Von Sax
They can't miss the streets know though

You can tell by my walk, I'm a pimp
And my chain so heavy, got a limp, bro
All my bitches pretty and they witty, got a nice fat ass
And some real pert titties
P-I-M-P-I-N, that's pimpin'
Niggas can't do like me, I'm different
Eight or nine rings on one hand
So the slap feel different