Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pimped Out, artist - Brooke Valentine. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pimped Out |
| Yeah, Brooke Valentine |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah DFB, What’s happenin'? |
| Dem Franchize Boys |
| Got a college boy look, honor roll student |
| Shakin' off pounds like I’m Big Mate Luton |
| On the streets I’m a nuisance, whippin' in a blue six |
| Shinin' like a star, but Buddie’s in Houston |
| I’m low key cruisin' wit a big boy purchase |
| Protected by my presence, therefore you’re never nervous |
| I know ya boy worth it, the kid got good game |
| I like that boy swag, I like the name on the kid chain |
| Gold grill on the front, trimmed up in the back |
| I know I gotta cop that, get my hands on it |
| (Then I let go) |
| Before you know it, we’ll be crusin' |
| (Cruse control, that’s the way I like it, baby) |
| Tight shoes on his feet, custom made for me |
| Stands out in the crowd, speed it up or bring it down |
| We’ll roll slow, anywhere you take me, yes I |
| (Need to know, that’s the way I like it, baby) |
| I like 'em pimped out to ride on |
| And when we’re rollin', everybody’s eyes on |
| I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on |
| And when we’re rollin', we’re ridin' out to my song |
| I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac |
| And where we go, yeah, everybody’s on that |
| I want 'em built up, so I can get my lean on |
| I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song |
| Ride pimped out, mouth gripped out |
| Gutta on the chain and the charm cost a house |
| Summer, DFB boys, yeah, they wanna lean wit' it |
| Gutta to the core on the scene but I be clean wit' it |
| And hoes know me, Jizzal be tryna get it in |
| Workin' like some Mexicans in the field, with 'round 'bout fifty men |
| See us shippin' in, gettin' it, flippin' it and bring it home |
| That’s why it’s five cars, three accounts and seven acres holmes |
| He breaks when I need to stop |
| Turn me on and take on off |
| Somethin' I can stunt |
| Everything I’d ever want |
| (I got so) |
| Let me see if you can make me |
| (Make me want more, I’ll tell you what I like) |
| But if he costs more than he’s worth |
| The boy ain’t put in work |
| I just give him up, switch wheels on him |
| And I move on, you know I can’t be waistin' time I gotta |
| (Move on, that’s the way I like it, baby) |
| I like 'em pimped out, to ride on |
| And when we’re rollin', everybody’s eyes on |
| I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on |
| And when we’re rollin', we’re ridin' out to my song |
| I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac |
| And when we go, yeah everybody’s on that |
| I want 'em built up, so I can get my lean on |
| I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song |
| He’s gotta be fly, if he’s rollin' with me |
| Gotta have a nice frame if he’s messin' with me |
| He needs a smooth ride is he’s cruisin' with me |
| Gotta come around the way if he’s comin' for me |
| He’s gotta be fly if he’s rollin' with me |
| Gotta have a nice frame if he’s messin' with me |
| He needs a smooth ride is he’s cruisin' with me |
| Gotta come around the way if he’s comin' for me |
| I got a new Sony flat, leather couch you can fall on |
| With floors at the house, you can ball on |
| And ride a '06 and got it pimped out |
| I got 'em takin' pictures when the whip’s out |
| All my TV’s flipped out, Pimpin' keep it pimped out |
| And if it’s new, I got it soon it’s shipped out |
| So you know I keep it pimpin' every time |
| It’s DFB bitch and Brooke Valentine |
| I like 'em pimped out, to ride on |
| And when we’re rollin', everybody’s eyes on |
| I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on |
| And when we’re rollin', we’re ridin' out to my song |
| I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac |
| And when we go, yeah everybody’s on that |
| I want 'em built up, so I can get my lean on |
| I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song |
| I like 'em pimped out, to ride on |
| And when we’re rollin', everybody’s eyes on |
| I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on |
| And when we’re rollin', we’re ridin' out to my song |
| I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac |
| And when we go, yeah everybody’s on that |
| I want 'em built up, so I can get my lean on |
| I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song |
| Lose my mind, yes he makes me lose my mind |
| So I gotta keep him close, no I just can’t let him go |
| He’s got the jingles in her mind, slippin' in my pimpin' this time |
| And I just can’t let him go, bet I ain’t gon' let him go |