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ugk - like a pimp lyrics

(feat. dj paul, juicy j)

[scratching: “like a pimp”]

[bun b]
say b-tch i’m thinking of a master plan
and i’m bringing this paper faster than
these other lil b-st-rds can
so i’m digging in my mind for the b-tches i broke
and keep a player paid in full cause pimping ain’t no joke
you want to pop that p-ssy that’s a slim -ss chance
put the paper in the panties when you get that dance
this c.o.d. n-gg-, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards
no checks, no money orders, visas or master cards
original old school rock balling rappers
b-tches still say we high side call us sky cappers
but why slap us when you think a n-gg- down on his luck
you try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck
now what the f-ck part of the game taught y’all that b-tch play
see we makes a b-tch pay
like a b-tch weigh
and then a b-tch stay
wouldn’t sit still
f-ck how this sh-t feel
this ain’t studio pimping
this sh-t real pimping

[chorus #1: pimp c]
i got them b-tches popping p-ssy getting buck (getting buck)
and you know that we couldn’t give a f-ck (give a f-ck)
i got them b-tches on the corner selling c-ck (selling c-ck)
and the game that we go don’t stop (don’t stop)
i got them thug -ss n-gg-z with the syrup (with the syrup)
and you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb)
and in the club man you know we stay strapped (stay strapped)
and b-tch you know that it ain’t about this rap (ain’t about this rap)

[bun b]
to many n-gg-z out here buying hoes a meal
n-gg- that ain’t the way a b-tch supposed to feel
i close the deal from the front door
f-ck me right and suck me tight
and you just might hit the blunt hoe
i don’t stunt and blow smoke up your -ss baby
but don’t be acting all saditty with cl-ss baby
you with a n-gg- such as my self it’ll cost you
so pay before a n-gg- f-ck around and be the t-ss-r

[pimp c]
sweet jones, gripping grain
with all that sh-t you talk ain’t got no bezatine chain
and most of y’all n-gg-z ain’t nothing but tricks
but we sipping lean and breaking bricks
popping pills, work the wood wheel
f-ck where you’re from and f-ck how you feel
if you want to go to war i’ll take you to war
i got an ak-47 and a tek in the car

[chorus #2: pimp c]
i got them b-tches popping p-ssy getting buck (getting buck)
and you know that we couldn’t give a f-ck (give a f-ck)
i got them b-tches on the corner selling c-ck (selling c-ck)
and the game that i got don’t stop (don’t stop)
i got them thug -ss n-gg-z with the syrup (with the syrup)
and you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb)
and in the club man you know we stay strapped (stay strapped)
and b-tch you know that it ain’t about this rap (ain’t about this rap)
b-tch n-gg-z getting hit in the front (in the front)
i give a f-ck b-tch you can hit the blunt (hit the blunt)
and everyday young boys that’s paid (that’s paid)
lay it down when we chopping on the blades (chopping on the blades)

[juicy j]
i’m always trying to put in work
n-gg-z wanna do my dirt
balling down on beale street
sipping on a pint of syrup
chopping up the chronic weed
picking all the f-cking seeds
trying to slow my roll
in my trunk i got them f-cking keys
always riding chevy things
shining on them tw-nky things
kids i’m a role model
police i’m a dope man
can’t forget to check my traps
got me cheese a player slap
people say that pimping dead
never has it left my mouth
optimos a fifth of crown
red eyes with a frown
n-gg-z with them gold teeth
fast talking on the town
some of us are under cover
make your baby mama love us
knot in my right pocket
left pocket got them rubbers
right hand rolex watch
stuffed shirt plastic glock
back pocket chevy keys
ready for the brain wash
i’mma go pimp a b-tch
i’mma like wicked witch
always got to watch your friends
backstabbers cause a snitch

[dj paul]
now see let me blow your mind the real business in the wind
the main thing f-cking up these hoes is their f-cking friends
you remember back in day it was n-gg-z pimping hoes
take a look around now it be hoes pimping hoes
what the business what the deal man these hoes got me f-cked
make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck
oh you f-cking with my cheese oh you f-cking with my paper
b-tch you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her
i ain’t mad about my girl licking p-ssy with a girl
cause she got to get it done but that thing ain’t my world
b-tch i’ll tell you what your job and your job nonstop
i need the spectacles, t-st-cl-s, wallet and watch
i need the c-ke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys
on knees and bentley’s, mozzarella cheese
now n-gg- now you talking hoes get to walking
and i ain’t trying to hear that bullsh-t b-tch walk (b-tch!)

[chorus #2]

[pimp c]
hold up, hold up

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