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Pimp On
Big Tymers Song Lyrics
Chorus: Play on, play on, play on Play on, play on, play on Play on, play on, play on To the players Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on To the players Roll on, roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on, roll on To the players Ride on, ride on, ride on Ride on, ride on, ride on Ride on, ride on, ride on To the players (Baby) For sure lil' one Benz 600 on dubs my man Playing TVs and DVs these niggas ain't playing 20 inch. change the paint I'll do that quick Doing donuts in the Lam get your roll on slick Bought a brand new car Steering wheel in the middle With the passenger side on both sides my nigga Got a brand new Jag with a brand new Vet Going to the MGM six to point nigga bet Got a brand new house with my platinum mouth Got 500 chicken and I'm fronting em' out Got 5 bad bitches till' I turned em' out Got 5 new cars till' I burnt em' out I got a Rover with 8 size a Jag with 6 Got the matching Benz wagon with Lorenzo kit Got a cell-phone sattelite I love this shit Drive a 2002 Lexus coupe you bitch Play boy Chorus: (Mannie Fresh) I'ma get it how I live and by me a quater And put about 10 inches up in somebody daughter I'm M.F. nigga Nothin less nigga Running in a race with me You gotta catch your breath nigga I love sex nigga Got a complex nigga Got your head hurting, taking contracts nigga Y'all doing good lil' one I'm doing better Your 2000 got cloth interior, mine got leather See hit her get her grab her man I get with her Split her quit her jab her man in a shit her Doing like it should be done I'm the mack Make it feel just like a gun Up in your back Tell the truth I know you know baby I don't need em Ask a bitch or ask a hoe just how I treat em You handcuffing these broads Bring them hoes up in for questioning Captain save a broad find another profession Like Chorus: (Baby) Ha bro Catch me getting out my Rover With ice all over With a pair black Girbauds And some fresh white Soldiers I'm the #1 hoe bitch you know who I am Got about a 150 worth a shit in my hand Got about a 150 hard bricks in the van With about a 150 nasty bitches my man It's that hot boy Atrice no one do it harder A block off the interstate Doing donuts in my Ferrari (Mannie Fresh) Now why you over there looking at me? Could I be the player that you trying to be? I been pimping young stuns since 83 Ask your mamma and they mammas Sonny they know me #1 reppers, hot like pepper Flossy type steppers, dog bitch check us I heard you gone persue her She telling the world you chew her Yeah I screw then let the hot boys do her Chorus: |
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