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kaash paige & juicy j - pimp daddy lyrics

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[chorus: kaash paige]
beat so motherf+ckin’ nasty
jonah, turn it up, got the trunk f+ckin’ blastin’
i like my b+tches southern and classic
call me pimp daddy, whips so classic

[verse 1: kaash paige]
’bout to have a showdown, ’bout to throw down
got a couple bad b+tches, finna have a ho+down
rack ’em up, and them n+ggas, they got to lose
she hop up in my whip, tell that b+tch to push her b00bs up
straight from dallas, texas
ap on my wrist and baguettes all in my necklace
i wish a n+gga test it
pull up, leave ’em breathless
the rico to the recklezz
i love when b+tches desperate
they love when i be flexin’
i don’t do the textin’
i just need caressin’
come give me some s+x, b+tch, or i’m on to the next b+tch
where the f+ck your best friend?
she tryna impress me
i don’t do impressions, i just be finessin’

[chorus: kaash paige & juicy j]
beat so motherf+ckin’ nasty
jonah, turn it up, got the trunk f+ckin’ blastin’
i like my b+tches southern and classic
call me pimp daddy, whips so classic (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: juicy j]
hope you learned your lesson, can’t be f+ckin’ with these clowns (no, sir, yeah, ho)
flooded out my ap, now i’m scared my wrist might drown (yeah, ho)
let a real n+gga hold you down (down)
let a rich n+gga boss you up (up)
for worse, you never hear from juicy j, “it cost too much” (ching+ching)
i buy everything in twos, i see it, i want it, i cop it (mm+hmm)
i sent her overseas, she came back with a brand+new body (nice)
she came back with no stomach
she want to be fine for the summer
so many hoes in my section, like the female royal rumble (y+yeah)
wake up, count my blessings
then i go get them checks in
n+gga got a problem with me? n+gga might need to hire protection
i make all this money and haters are sick
i spend a house on a n+gga head like his name was jaden smith (yeah, ho)

[chorus: kaash paige, juicy j, kaash paige & juicy j]
beat so motherf+ckin’ nasty
jonah, turn it up, got the trunk f+ckin’ blastin’ (let’ go, ayy)
i like my b+tches southern and classic (mmm)
call me pimp daddy, whips so classic (classic)



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