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Hoes, hoes |
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Just checking my |
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Hoes, hoes |
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I like the way |
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I like the way she turn a nigga on |
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Put it in her mouth |
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She brings me paper |
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Takin niggaz home, turnin niggaz out [Too $hort] |
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See I made up my mind when |
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I was only a child |
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That I would hang with the big dogs, runnin wild |
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In the streets chasin cats, they lace these macks |
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Everywhere you go you know we take these gats |
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So they treat us like kings, they never try to play us |
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They wanna play with us cause they know why we players |
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I got it from my daddy, boy go tell your momma |
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I'm watchin cartoons man, |
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I won't, I'ma just keep it to myself, and when |
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I'm grown |
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I'ma get a lot of women and get my pimp on |
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Like you, and now that's what |
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I do Got a bunch of broads just like the fuck |
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I knew I ride through with a few, only top notches |
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Hoes so fast you can't use stopwatches |
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Untyin 'em, so when you firin 'em |
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Bend a bitch over try to rip out the linin [Chorus] [Birdman] |
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It's the pimps of the pimps player |
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Went at hollered at $hort, come pimp with a player beotch! |
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Baby girl, this our year |
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You see them |
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Lexus Coupes, so mine don't fear |
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Gorilla pimpin, born hustlers slash, the number one stunna |
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We them hood rich niggaz been ghetto bound |
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We worldwide hustlin, we ride |
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Uptown It's the same ol' nigga with the platinum mouth |
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If ye ain't got no food |
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I ain't goin in ya house |
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A lil' nigga, freshly chilled |
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Ma, I don't drink no beer |
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I'm the big type nigga in that frozen weather |
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Chinchilla, rammin on that soft-ass leather |
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I'll fly in any weather, |
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I pluck my own feather |
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Swine on the |
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G9, pocket full of cheddar beotch! [Chorus] [Too $hort] |
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Got new bitches, quite a few bitches |
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Too many hoes, that's my life, and you wish it was just a bunch of lies, cause you know it's the truth |
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I stick and move cause these hoes'll do just about anything for the low-low |
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Sometimes |
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I daydream about my old hoes |
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But mostly |
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I just look for a bitch like |
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Stella Do what |
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I tell her, and get my mozzarella [Birdman] |
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I'll break a brick like |
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I'll break a bitch |
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Run a hundred miles to put some wheels on a whip |
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Kool-Aid, candy bars, |
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Cadillac, whip |
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Silver and gold, barbecue out bitch! |
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On them slab kitted out real slick |
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Mommy dressed up in her brand new fit |
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Tailor made |
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Louis and she ridin on 23's |
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D-boy, Birdgirl, |
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I know you know me [Chorus] [Too $hort over Chorus] |
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We ain't worried about how to treat a itch |
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Bitch better worry about how to treat us |
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Yeah, bitch, rub my back [second half of Chorus] [Too $hort - still over Chorus] |
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Suck my dick, cook my breakfast bitch |
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Yeah, when you wash the dishes get your ass back in bed [Chorus] [second half of Chorus] [Too $hort - over Chorus again] |
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Yeah Pimp shit! |
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Jazze Pha |
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Big Baby Short |
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Dawg, so real |
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You know we love it |
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Love the way these hoes treat us |
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Oh we so special! |