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South Park Mexican - Meet Your Fate lyrics
f/ Pimpstress, Sevan First Verse (Pimpstress): Look here Baby Boo, let me give it to you Let me show you all the things that this girl can do Your World I wanna rock, wanna love you til' I drop I'm a thug like Pac, when you touch my soft spot Straight from the heart, no one break us apart You been a good man to me, show me love from the start I know you get mad every now and then Last week I hit a curb, and messed up your rim But my Baby don't trip, get the twenty, we dip Now we're back in the whip, where we sip and flip Can you take it how I give it? Last more than a minute? Let's hit my homie's crib, with the elevator in it Laid up in the bed, or maybe the sauna In the kitchen, or the den, or the pack of your Impala Ain't nothin' new, we still doin' our thang Candlelight dinners while I'm sippin' champagne Chorus (Sevan): repeat 2X Let me.....be your thug Cuz every 24-7 I'm the one you're thinkin' of Second Verse (Pimpstress): See I'm out on my grind, with my bourgouis mind Flippin' candy toys while my steering wheel shine Matchin' twenty inches, gold pump on my switches Leather all my couches, Tommy Hil on my stitches Lemme show you my World, lemme be your thug girl We can do things with whipped cream and strawberry swirl I be your only referral, laid it down with no curls Don't worry about them other fellas all on my pearl They just close to me, tryin' to get in my P-con My feelings are for you and that ain't nothin' to sleep on Jump out of limosuines that got, five screens On D's, with two margerita machines Picked up by five oh Cruise the blue while I flow If you ever go broke, we can live off my flow These pigeons wanna block, wanna take what I got? But they just can't stop, cuz I'm solid as a rock Chorus Bridge (Sevan): repeat 2X You want me to be your thug And I really want to show you love Third Verse (Pimpstress): Behind a good woman, a real man stands Takin' trips to Cancun, tans to white sands Pitbulls on leashes, with platinum pieces My only ??? ??? ??? with tight creases Tattoo on his chest, gold T I caress I be the only Pimpstress, never settle for less Brickettes and byzantine, it was all a dream As you unbutton my jeans, to see, my G-string I know your homeboys get jealous and hate Cuz they ain't had a date since 1988 Ridin' off in the sunset, doin' things we ain't done yet While jammin' your Keith Sweat, and sippin' on Moet Chorus Bridge |
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