Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pimpology, artist - Hell Razah. Album song Sunz of Man Presents: Freedom of Speech, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.02.2017
Record label: Big Brother
Song language: English
Pimpology |
Yeah, G’s up nigga, hoes down nigga |
Uh, yeah, g’s up nigga, hoes down nigga |
You know how it is, she is connin' you |
Yeah, yeah, New York, California, wherever |
What the fuck is ya, H.B.D? |
Chickens come, and chickens go |
We beat that pussy every time we on the roll |
Ya need to stop, ho, protecting these hoes |
Just he I’m troopin, then, let the pussy go |
'Cause a ho could never ever be a housewife |
So don’t try to do so |
You are better off livin' ya life |
On gettin' that dough |
She was ya main chick, the one you walked in the rain with |
The one you cooked up and chopped up ya cocaine with |
You depended on stickin' my dick up in the thong |
Could have been ya baby mom, if she didn’t do wrong |
Started listenin' to snakes in the garden |
I beg ya pardon, had titties that’ll triple the size of Dolly Parton |
Had the thuggish nigga broke and hardege, droolin' and starvin' |
Suckin' my dick while ya niggaz was kissin' and slobbin' |
Batman and Robin, put her in a threesome, menage-a-trois |
She fuck niggaz just to drive their car |
Bettin' that, smellin' like strawberries, the more the merry |
Even brought her best friend so I can bust her cherry |
They both came, baby oiled and ready |
Ass split like a machete, I had them tossed up in my telly |
She knew Dreddy and the rest of the Sunz |
Three o’clock, swallowed my cum, my frankfurter laid in her buns |
Industry chicks, who bone niggaz only with whips |
Gettin' open off the karats that was lit on ya wrist |
Straight groupie, who love givin' rappers the coochie |
Wanna be in video scenes strippin' for more C.R.E.A.M |
She addicted to the dick morphine, at eighteen |
This is for all the bitches and hoes who ain’t queens |
Hit the road, bitch |
And gimme back all my dough, my dough, my dough |
Hit the road, bitch |
And gimme back all my dough |
Hit the road, bitch |
And gimme back all my dough, my dough, my dough |
Hit the road, bitch |
And gimme back all my dough |
I thought I told you, never trust a chick that hold you |
It be the money that you get that make them wanna bone you |
When you hit it good, they wanna own you |
Get ya address, ya age and ya phone mobile |
And don’t know you, lookin' fuckable, but gullable |
Butt naked, and loveable |
Same chick I hit, son, I seen huggin' you |
Never trust no, chickens or hoes |
Trynna find out my beeper code so they can put me in the sleeper hold |
Gotta stay on my tippiest toes, a sweet rose’ll |
Put ya in ya grave clothes, if you outta ya zone |
She be the same one that get ya dick up on the bones |
Sticks and stones keep ya waitin' for ya chick to come home |
+Where My Girls At?+ like 702 |
You spend ya money on daily, but still givin' head to my crew |
My nigga Goldie, what what, Hell Razah |
Yeah, yeah, G’s up nigga, hoes down nigga |
7th Ambassador, yeah, Baghdad, what |
Ah, yeah, that’s how it go down |
Ghetto Government, ah |