triple 6 mafia - pimpin and robbin lyrics
ain’t no money comin quicker than that ho mane.
pimpin is robbin and droppin these suckaz like ducks… b-tch
ain’t no money comin quicker than that ho mane.b-tch
pimpin is robbin and droppin these suckaz like ducks.b-tch
(repeat above 2 times”
skinny pimp:
pimps them sl-ts, break them hoes, ride clean, smoke your dope
dipped in gold, on the vogues, everything steady, i’m chargin hoes.
bonin, conin, playas only, catch this game that i spit
playa hatin n-gg-z we smoke, me pretty boy smile don’t joke.
we scope my 44 under the crush, don’t you bite the dust
f–kin with us n-gg-s, leave your name on your block… up b-tch
but i don’t get into that gangsta sh-t, i relax like a pimp and mack
hit them trizacks jumpin (in comes me, fiends coming)
the skinny n-gg- in the house, breakin b-tches down
when i drive in the bonneville, smokin on a match
we chokin, talkin, loc’in, talk crazy to my b-tch
i’m walkin with a limp, with my cane, spittin that game, makin stangs
give me some! “mane, i’m f–ked up playa” — that’s why you ridin clean
frontin n-gg-z kills me, fakin like they heavy
if you ain’t makin stangs, sell me all your jewelry
i’m outtie, my shortie is clean with them hammer thangs
my n-gg- rickie, dipped in gold, sho’ nuff rollin that weed.
pimpin is robbin and droppin these suckaz like ducks… b-tch
ain’t no money comin quicker than that ho mane.b-tch
pimpin is robbin and droppin these suckaz like ducks.b-tch
ain’t no money comin quicker than that ho mane.
give me somethin b-tch, i’m talkin about dollar signs
look here ho, i don’t wanna f–k, but buck bitty buck?
a shootin gangsta, light that -ss up…
let’s play a game called pimpin’, and robbin, mobbin’
pimpin ain’t never stoppin
leanin to the curb, slam goes my car do’
nothin behind my head but a b-mpin system and a few of my hoes
drop me off some chee$e, hit em with somethin to keep em pretty
groupie, droopie, drawed a$$ b-tches, don’t act siddity
find you a trick and break him down, and keep him no. 1 chewer
if my ends don’t meet, b-tch you get your a$$ beat.
swisher sweets, spliff, get a whiff of that endo blast
rims gleamin on the pavement, catchin eyes when i p-ss
downin some hennessey, a friend of me is some money though
romance with no finance is a nuisance, f–k that honey ho
droppin bombs, packin tones for playas to killaz and macks
skulls peelaz, rollin, hoe pullin… m-th-f–ka, can you buy that?
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