| Talkin' bout they know about pimpin'
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| They don’t know what the hell they talkin' about
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| Ya know what I’m saying (Jack that trick)
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| Nigga, I got yo baby mama, in my nigga car
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| Giving me head shots (Break that bitch)
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| Get the head then I’m dippin', know what I’m saying (Jack that trick)
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| Now this goes out to all my niggas, stay fucked up
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| Suck my dick goes to you hoes that act stuck up
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| Thinking that I need you, I don’t see the fuck how
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| I didn’t need you before so why the fuck I need you now
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| See I ain’t going primetime for nah freak trick
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| All you are is a piece of pussy and that’s about it
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| Might make me a grip if you don’t try to head trip
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| Spit the legit a bit plus I got the certificate
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| From Break-A-Bitch College, with the knowledge
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| My game be polish never tell em' bout the dollars
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| Keep em' in the dark and far from my heart
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| But make her play her part, that’s what the game taught
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| So I can mack the millennium, from what I’m giving em'
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| Baby serve ya purpose so I’ma have to get rid of ya
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| Figure, she’s a role rider, but I got wiser
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| And took no shit, shine that ho off like a visor
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| When them hoes price tag get large
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| Don’t pay em' just break that bitch (Make em' sluts)
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| When them bustas on the corner look hard
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| Don’t ignore em' just jack that trick (Take his nuts)
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| When them hoes price tag get large
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| Don’t pay em' just break that bitch (Make em' sluts)
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| When them bustas on the corner look hard
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| Don’t ignore em' just jack that trick (Take his nuts)
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| Nigga, oh yeah I see you still playin' games
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| On hoes you laying aims
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| Weighing fames more than the fortune
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| What is you saying man
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| Stating it plain and simple, hope your pimples get bust
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| Mr. Whipple cause you squeezing the Charmin too much and plus
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| You cussing to loud to really be mad
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| I can see it in ya eyes, you’s a punk ass nigga just like ya dad
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| It’s sad, puttin' hoes in cribs, take em' out to eat lobster
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| Tying they bibs and can’t take care of your kids
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| Just left ya baby mama man, the bitch is doing horrible
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| Go see ya lil' girl nigga ya child is adorable
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| Nah, you’s a suck ass, out of luck ass
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| A penny puck ass, stayin' in mud stuck ass
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| Nigga go on with ya funk ass
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| No passes given, sorry asses livin'
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| None of my clout, say it loud, my click and cash is driven
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| Me to the point of no return
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| Have you no con-c-ern
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| Watch the rubber that we burn cause we learned
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| Drop down give me the cheese, nigga freeze
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| Fuck it up, final result triggers squeezed
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| Watch me while I’m making a dash through the cut
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| Assassination truck rolled up, blew it up
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| Making moves, watching my back, third eye
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| Killers wanna jack but the fact they heard I
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| Pimp hoes regular hell it’s the pimp god
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| Background reckons to tell us, pimp hard
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| MJG is the name up in headlights
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| But take it baby make sure that you read right
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| Dom Perignon and that Moet will get it tight
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| Hennesy, I finished the cup up without the ice
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| It’s the worldwide strategy, had it be never known
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| Before you see the less of me naturally I’ma bone
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| The shit up out you suckas who’s scooting the Vasoline
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| I’m peeling caps in case and perhaps you looking mean
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| I’m filling ditches up with them bustas who start to steppin'
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| You’ve come for riches but what you get is some hard lessons
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| Eliminating pitiful haters who hate G
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| The shit I won’t be taking, the shit ain’t gon' take me |