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project pat - this pimp lyrics

talking…

[project pat]
hoe i know you got this loot
f-ck around make me shoot
up i’m like i’m a rocket
yea i knock it when i hit them boots
make that p-ssy wetter then
running like a faucet tap
though we get ya stupid then
yo face is gonna get a slap
thorough breds are on the map
pimps are riding checky tramps
prost-tuting straight up looting table dances in ya lap
keep a cough drop in ya cap
like the way that booty flap
nine hundred every night so you know that p-ssy snap
take me off the weight of fame
im’a let you run ya game
but if it don’t profit us that’ll bring a pimp to shame
sw-ng a fist bout a her eye
kiss my d-ck never good-bye
f-ck around and break ya leg hoe if ya tell a lie
biggest booty in the club-ah
i’m the dad you the mother
out here corning like no other
you’s a freaky m-th-f-cka
what they used to say to ya
hooker now they paying ya
me & you done falled off broke yea thats what they praying for

[chorus (2x):]

you don’t never wanna try (this pimp this pimp)
i’ll bust ya head you tell a lie (don’t trip don’t trip)
im’a look you in ya eye (and take grip and take grip)
you get wrong you recieve (a fat lip a fat lip)

[verse 2]
i’m bout to whip on this maggot means nothing b-tch
got a cute little face and a tight little switch
getting rich off the chick’ill never happen in a milli-ion
tired just from now cuz she a civilian
not a soldier to this army’ill make ya change
come up shorter and your face im’a re-arrange
you was looking strange but your pockets looking stranger
i was b-mpin me some ruffin in the changer
swollen eyes busted lips but you know i’m loving you
in the club shakin hips everyday i’m cussing you
b-tch i’m never trusting you thats because i’m smart hoe
other n-gg-s give ya cheese they ain’t got no heart though
hoe i’m gonna start yo -ss with empty purse
break you like a cash register then put in he-rs-
conscience to the grave and i hope that you can see
that i must get paid if you wants to f-ck with me

[chorus (2x)]

[verse 3]
peter pipper beat the b-tch
sweeped her in the conflict
through the town spit his game
introduced her to a trick
make-up hoe like a queen
cooking cakes candy rings
feeling up her p-ssy hole
rub her for the dingalings
but the hoe didn’t meet her quarter
so i walked out in an order
break away from getting slapped start running for the border
known to whip you out your draws
b-tch done went & told them laws
got domestic violent charge in the morning out them bars
duck n-gg-s hate this sh-t
catch’em going quack quack
try snitching to a b-tch trying to hold the mack back
but it ain’t gone happen cuz the playas out here rapping
to these hoes laying down the law while i get the cap’n
head cracking in a brick wall
got me in a midst brawl
showing out infront of folk
that’ll make me kill ya’ll
m-th-f-ckin -ss beat ya down like ya stole something
turn right around hey hoe let me hold something

you don’t never wanna try (this pimp this pimp this pimp)

- project pat lyrics

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