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Soulja Slim - Slim Pimpin' lyrics
[Soulja Slim] Yep, I need a top boss bitch in my factory, ya heard me, my boss bitch They say dat we was of tha same kind & ain't lyin' But at dat time I did shit to fuck ya like you was mine Turn tha ghetto bitch boss & let her floss It don't make dollars it don't make sense dat pussy cost Break it off & when you get it brang it to me Split it down tha middle, you get 2 I get 3 I wouldn't call it pimpin', they thank pimpin' played out Still tha same cept Soulja Slim shit layed out Put cha on your feet to keep ya neat, nigga speak Not only dat she make a nigga wanna eat Nigga tweak for a big booty & a smile Might hurt me later on but don't hurt now Sendin' good pussy on this mission to fuck this faker Figure maker, perpatraitor, a soulja hater Thank he boss cause he fuckin' my ghetto hoe But I'm off in his baby momma & tha nigga never know An I'm slick side doggin' it at random Met her at Bayou Classic, when Southern played Gramblin' She was pushin' yo Expedition, tell me if I'm wrong? Tha bitch tinted, grill fitted, sittin' on chrome Followed me home in yo shit, tore tha pussy up Bust a nut, left a soulja rag in tha truck remember dat, dat was me, actually I did it on G-P for tha dog nigga up in me [Chorus 2X: Soulja Slim] All hoes get layed, boss bitches get paid I see somethin' in ya, we can blow up like tha world trade Slang dat ass, make dat cash, brang it back to me You be tha top boss bitch up in my factory [Soulja Slim] Now back to my hoe I lie to, said I die for, My whole life I thank I cried enough Still hype enough to keep my paper steady comin' Heads up, where they at? I hear 'em drummin' I'm hotter than tha gun dat killed Martin Luther King That why tha fuck I can't floss on Narizen Dat light green sticky sticky got my vision blurry Head buried underground, feel like I smoked a pound Shake down, give it up, drop it like it's hot Me & tha Bossalinie close & open up shop It's understood dat you ain't nothin' but my boss bitch Double cross me get cha head knocked off bitch To tha river ya go buck naked wit out no clothes Bullet lodged to ya dome, bust open asshole Disrespect tha code get ya self fucked over Got cha pysched all tha way out there behind Soulja I played them hoes, I'm a cold blooded ass nigga I done it to ya girl, look here don't get mad nigga I done dat bad nigga but fuck you know what's happ'n I lay ya down, I'm a dog here besides rappin' [Chorus] |
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