Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pimpin', artist - Tony Yayo. Date of issue: 02.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pimpin' |
| I don’t, love, hoes — I’m sharin them |
| I ain’t lovin them, or handcuffin them — cause baby I’m pimpin |
| You, love, hoes — you chasin them |
| You be lacin them, while I’m replacin them — cause baby I’m pimpin |
| I lay my pimp game down when it comes to these bitches |
| They do what I say and obey all my wishes |
| Wash all my clothes and clean dirty dishes |
| I turn a sweet bitch to a switchblade sister |
| While you shop on Melrose, buyin hoes shoes |
| I’m in Mickey D’s buyin #2's |
| Now get yo' ass on the track and get the dough for me |
| I’m the #1 pimp, so she chosen me |
| And my hoes where the ballers and bros be |
| They collect them G’s and they give 'em to me |
| I’m pimpin, no perm, just gators |
| Pimpin, show you how to stunt on them haters |
| Pimpin, flossin in that new Cadillac |
| Pimpin, chinchil' with the fur hat |
| Pimpin, I show you how to school a ho |
| And when you chasin them bitches I’m chasin the dough (YEAH!) |
| I don’t, love, hoes — I’m sharin them |
| I ain’t lovin them, or handcuffin them — cause baby I’m pimpin |
| You, love, hoes — you chasin them |
| You be lacin them, while I’m replacin them — cause baby I’m pimpin |
| Freakin, I ain’t speakin, girl I ain’tcha hubby |
| Ma back that thing up, girl time is money |
| You ain’t freakin I ain’t speakin girl I ain’t no dummy |
| And we can play the Marriott, ball, pop some bubbly |
| That said if 50 can’t get none, I ain’t speakin |
| Girl I ain’t speakin, girl I ain’t speakin |
| I said if Banks can’t get none, I ain’t speakin |
| Girl I ain’t speakin, girl I ain’t speakin |
| Yeah Lisa and Kim, they «Straight Outta Ca$hville» |
| I met 'em with Buck, in his mansion in Nashville |
| My bitch from the D used to live on Marshall block |
| I put a foot to her ass like, martial arts |
| I got a stable of hoes in the, C-P-T |
| Ask my nigga Snoop and the, D-R-E |
| Girl fix your lipstick, your hair is a mess |
| And I know your feet hurt in them damn Payless |
| I don’t, love, hoes — I’m sharin them |
| I ain’t lovin them, or handcuffin them — cause baby I’m pimpin |
| You, love, hoes — you chasin them |
| You be lacin them, while I’m replacin them — cause baby I’m pimpin |