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pimp c - bobby & whitney lyrics

(feat. 8 ball & mjg)

[pimp c:]
i know you hoes on a mission to steal my d-ck
but pimp chad ain’t goin for the georgia, b-tch (georgia, b-tch!)
it wasn’t nuttin when i saw ya b-tch (saw ya b-tch!)
she knew that i was on some millionaire sh-t
everythang i say is the truth (is the truth!)
i need five funky hoes for one prost-tute
just ’cause you sell p-ssy don’t make you certified
you ain’t in it to win it, i can see it in yo’ eyes
www dot, “wonder why i’m quickly gettin exposed”
breakin tricks for they money like a female is supposed (‘posed!)
i’m not in neptune, on some sp-ce age sh-t
all my diamonds got paper, emmitt keeping me legit (‘git!)
when the welfare was over, i be sellin cocaine (‘caine!)
i’m out in las vegas, takin over b-tches’ brains (brains!)
tony snow don’t sniff no blow (sniff no blow!)
pimp hard on a cracker but i love me a crow (love me a crow!)

[hook x2: pimp c]
i gotta big truck on some big rims
i get my d-ck sucked, when i pull out the bent’
these hoes jockin me, they wanna ride with me
they gotta be down hoe! like bobby brown and whitney

[8 ball:]
life is a game of inches
you move up little by little to the fame and riches
life be a game and a broad of visions
some n-gg-z is hoes and all women ain’t b-tches
and your reach? keep the heat near
games, i don’t play , i’m tryna make it clear
you don’t hear me n-gg-? open up ya ears
if you movin too fast, slow down and switch gears
p.a. somethin, ya life give ya nothin
the streets ain’t pokin, you can get shot bluffin
cash rule everythang, keep that on ya brain
get rich quick, let pimpin do the blame
midnight blue with the peanut b-tter ducts
chrome on my feet and b-mp in the trunk
ball cap popped up, raised to the back
kush in my realer, rollin big like shaq

[hook x2]

[mjg:]
i’ma pimp, sellin hoes to a chick on the track
make my money, bend her or over, slap the d-ck on the back
they call me young (jayyy!!!) g, i’m the man in charge
if you read this application, you’ll change ya job
i gotta order motherf-ckin rappers, teachers, preachers, and athletes
all make a personal visit or to the backstreets
i even gotta hoe, play away
with one rule, ’til ya gray, n-gg- stay away
see i’m the reason why ya letcha girl stay at the house
and beat her up ’cause my name couldn’t stay out her mouth
and i don’t need to know if she just wanna join the team
get down and kiss all up on my ring
i keep a cadillac and i select a few in my car
if you don’t own one, then you ain’t got sh-t in ya garage
i go hard, you motherf-ckas ain’t breakin a hoe
you just flyin b-tches in, showcasing a hoe

[hook x2]

- pimp c lyrics

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