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A Pimp-like God

A pimp like God needs all his gold for his mouth
A pimp like God ain’t equipped to settle down
A pimp like God is bound to flash on a spouse and it’s
This pimp like God who prevents me exchanging vows
A pimp like God must forever remain calm and unemotional above all
But our wedding night’s gon knock the pussy loose and the teeth out your mama’s
mouth
Which gets my kinky shrinking thoughts retarded
Night life appetite kick started, I’m
Hungry as a secret admirer high up in a hideout hut
Hungry for the mildest meat of a wild slut or
Whiling in the freezer department and feeling hot
Looking everywhere for full penetration
Ain’t another vision I’d give my freedom up
My dream isn’t reason enough
Lead a team to victory running up in the cut
Feeling like I’ve seen enough without even needing to nut
Leaving the Venus cleaner than i found it around it
A ring of flowers I sound like I’m fucking nuts but
You’re delicious as a biblical image and yeah
I think we need to fuck
Well depose my witness
These hoes got WISHES of their own
That’s rich I done told y’all hypocrites
Hoes are just witches with
Ring fingers that’s hungry for gold
Well tell us something we didn’t already know
Well fold my britches
These hoes, they’ve got ISSUES of their own
That’s rich I done told y’all hypocrites
Hoes are just witches with
Ring fingers that’s hungry for gold, but
That ain’t nothing you don’t already know
Just my luck
You’ve been fitted for your dress
And there you go up to the altar with a man who pays his rent
It ruined prom when I watched you carve my heart up on your plate
My ma ma ma malt shop memories have all but to disintegrate
I’ll go to war with a frat boy
Cargo pants clad lad with the blade of an ice skate
Or a High heel, I’ll make a side deal
I want my last meal when your ride’s here
Don’t need a blessing from a pimp like god
I’m so polite up on the microphone
When I’m just a ghost in your notes
Still trying to climb the oiled rope
No pimp like God is going to help me out
I’m the frostiest funkiest feather haired customer
Slick as a Freudian slip, crisp as a cucumber as
Handsome as a carriage on my pay as you go
You know I’m fronting, but I’m obligated legally to let you know,
I’m rocking poser mobile like a prom gown
I did a record then my operation timed out
And everything I owned was at my mom’s house
But it sold in the garage sale it’s gone now
My mama don’t know me, when she pick up the phone,
But homeboy she cry tears of sheer joy And listen
It’s that type of shit that gets them every time
Not your ratchet jaw smooth talk, wallet or wine
My diamond devastating insights and latter day saint looks,
Steady knocking the pussy out the pocket book, you’d better
Hide away your women get rid of them with the quickness
Cause only one thing is sticking if I’m coming to your district
Hurry quick honey dip,
Come and hold my money clip
Ain’t no need to throw a fit
If there ain’t nothing in it
Sure as a mole got a hole I got another bill fold
The only rings I bestow are made of cigarette smoke
Well depose my witness
These hoes got wishes of their own
That’s rich I done told y’all hypocrites
Hoes are just witches with
Ring fingers that’s hungry for gold
Well tell us something we don’t already know
Well fold my britches
These hoes got ISSUES of their own
That’s rich I done told y’all hypocrites
Hoes are just witches with
Ring fingers that’s hungry for gold
That ain’t nothing WE don’t already know
Before I settled into my HGTV Lobotomy I just had to let y’all know
Before I faded away into obscurity I got to let y’all know
Before I wander out into traffic, I just got to let you know
Before I climb down onto the tracks to relax I just got to let y’all know
Well depose my witness
These hoes got wishes of their own
That’s rich I done told y’all hypocrites
Hoes are just witches with
Ring fingers that’s hungry for gold
Tell us something we don’t already know
Well fold my britches
These hoes, they’ve got issues of their own
That’s rich I done told y’all hypocrites
Hoes are just witches with
Ring fingers that’s hungry for gold, but
That ain’t nothing you don’t already know