| on your pimping and get your
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| I’m hustling out on the front line
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| I keep my grind on point
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| Crime looking sporty from the barber shop
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| Fresh Air Jordans 'cause I ball a lot
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| Since… snitches like to call the cops
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| 'Cause the big space ship’s in the parking lot
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| Call me an astronaut, leave your broke-ass man home
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| on a hammer rock
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| Slimmy name, mini… skiny and freel
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| But the booty was bigger than a telephone wheel
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| Gallop like a horsy gotta a nigga hot and horny
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| But you know a lot of tricks won’t you come do it for me like
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| … if you beat my hum…
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| They ain’t got income for spawn, that’s why most niggers born
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| Let me take you out… a new place every morning like…
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| … if you beat my hum…
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| I mean… I’m just trying to have my money
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| on your pimping and get your
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| I’m hustling out on the front line
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| I keep my grind on point
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| It’s just flirt, it never said pussy
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| All I do is ask but what is you gonna do for me
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| Cause it don’t never really hurts just to ask
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| I’d rather fuck money up, pussy don’t last
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| Yeah but I want it all the roles, the house
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| … big nuts in the holes, mouth
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| I come back if I ever fall off, she better have some dope which she’s calling
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| short…
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| You ain’t a real,. |
| can’t get them on, talking to the,. |
| but you can’t get it
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| right
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| When you’re fucking with a pimp, put your hand in your pocket, ain’t nothing
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| but…
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| Count it, ain’t nothing worse than being broke
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| Craving that smoke on a black… coke
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| Every time you see me I’m riding something bigger
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| I’m pipping these holes, why you fucking up nigga?
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| You biatch!
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| on your pimping and get your
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| I’m hustling out on the front line
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| I keep my grind on point
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| No disrespect to my niggas that be keeping it gully
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| But in Vegas, bitches won’t respect the pimping and
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| Hands to be, something symbolizing that you get money
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| The hommie juice got screens 20 inch on a Hummy
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| You got the S550 but the ringe look funny
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| SAS, D-Boy Fresh make the rest look bummy
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| My Roy never singing know how you crossed country
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| My Roy singing… knocking off…
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| Now you can check my resume I just took the trap today
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| That was just a week ago, now you think you’re tiny ray
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| … I pack the shit and go away
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| The gates is so you look like you stopped for the late show
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| It’s easy to get into making dope, I mean it
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| I… got you
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| on your pimping and get your
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| I’m hustling out on the front line
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| I keep my grind on point
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| Yeah, like Stacy Adams |