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lil gin - midnight hoez lyrics

[intro]
yeah, pimpin’ makin’ me waste all this time for these funky ass hoes
no one’s can f+ck me

[verse 1]
i never seen a hoe that could make her cheese flow
until i moved to texas where the shake junts ain’t broke
when i fell up off the plane, the only thing stuck in my mind:
“i know i’m f+cked up, but sh+t, i got to get on mine”
so now i gotta sell a little p+ssy hoe to stain
nationwide cds and hoes, i’m the mane
most of my n+ggas, they ridin’ clean, chiefin’ a quarter+pound of skunk
broke rappers on the shelf while i be slangin’ out the trunk
i’m out here makin’ a living, i’m making a k!lling for the billboard
and then some heavy folks behind me bought a roles+royce
1995 b+tch, stacking a grip, mothership
enterin’ a liquor store, purchasin’ a f+cking fifth
memphis n+gga headin’ down to houston, club oasis
differrent races, i met a bunch of faces
my pimpin’ is getting stronger, keeping my tone for you playa hataz
beatin’ my b+tches to the floor, making sh+t get greater later
i’m 21 but once i reach the age of 30, i better have a mansion full of hoes gettin’ they knees dirty
i’ll get out at midnight, (?)
i’ve been livin’ out here, a grown mane, you know i’ve been

[chorus]
wastin’ all this time, foolin’ around with midnight hoez
i’ve been wastin’ all this time, jumping in and out my clothes
[verse 2]
my b+tch is runnin’ to the track faster than a greyhound
i keep them b+tches cross+country, nationwide, pennies down
the definition of a pimp, i’m a hoe reversing game to another hoe to make my dough
my n+ggas in the county jail schooled me on this, fool
so now i’m sportin’ champion with the python boots, yeah
so biiitch, you need to keep me paid
i told her: “abraham lincoln never freed the slaves”
i gotta stay cool, ooh, i gotta stay brutal
i keep my mean emotions, pistol+whippin’ with a luger
my b+tch is scared of me, they hate to make me want to fight and sh+t
i can tell, by the smell, she been busy alll night
i’m schemin’, i’m thinkin’ dirty hoes cause i’m major
in my world, ain’t no such thing as ladies in my stables
just find some more wenches and be they best friends, fool
build me up and tell them b+tches how they daddy been sweet to you
my b+tch is steady complainin’ bout i’m never here f+ckin’ ’em, loc
she said she’s tired of f+ckin’ tricks, they got her p+ssy swole
but that’s another black eye, that b+tch gon’ learn
a pimp gets paid for the right and to say to a b+tch, “i’m not enjoyin’ the screwin'”

[chorus: skinny and lil gin]
wastin’ all this time, foolin’ around with midnight hoez
i’ve been wastin’ all this time, jumpin’ in and out my clothes

[verse 3]
i know a freaky b+tch, she stay in tennessee
she sell a bunch of p+ssy, she stack a lotta cheese
that hoe is bald+headed, if it wasn’t weave, it was a wig
four plugs in the park, better check me if you dig
i broke her, almost, fifty thousand, was close
but anyway, there’s plenty, many other b+tches i must roast
like bebé, this white hoe, she smell like n+gga toes
a thirty dollar b+tch that like to go broke from buying clothes
now peace to my n+gga m, for smackin’ her with that thang
she treated like he was a trick, right then she disrespected the game
now may i skip to tonya, she’s working a different passion
the shake junt in memphis, her bankroll i was stackin’
for instance, she took care of the hoe, give me some family
at my show, selling that p+ssy, she walk all night, she never asleep
but if not, they cop, it’s all, for sale
now if you see them on the streets, you mother might go and scream and tell, christian beyotch!
[outro]
i’ve been wastin’ all my time, trying my best to find my way
ain’t gon’ worry cause one day, i’m gon’ make them b+tches pay
blowin’ indo out my nose, getting in and out my clothes
f+ckin’ ’round with midnight hoez
when the chapter’s up, life close
from the day you’re born, till the day…

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