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White Boy - Young Pimp lyrics
[Money Mike - talking] Hold up, wait a minute, let me put some pimpin' in it Ladies and gentlemen, pimps, and hoes, and bitches of all ages This is your host Money motherfuckin' Mike Right outside ICEE Records right here in Chicago These niggaz is pimpin' at 18 and I'm here to tell you I'm an eye motherfuckin' witness, this nigga ain't bullshittin' If you don't believe me, listen for yourself. [White Boy] Let me hip you the game, bitch Take a glimpse of the chain, bitch Look at the rims on the Range, trick biatch I'm not ya average pimp I keep a, nice chick bouncin' on my white dick They like to get it twice quick cause I got the magic stick, so I hope your focused I grind with my rhyme call me hocus pocus, to play me's hopeless and I lately know this I'm a paper rollin', and these Yanks they know it White Boy hate this Oman, but I avoid the po-pos Put some more loyal hoes on Trick suck a nigga dick quick 'til his dope gone And that's fo' sho', I won't ask for mo' Stop actin' hoe, give me my cash and go Oh!, you didn't know, pimp in my blood bitch it's a gift from above, Yeah [Hook - Katt Williams] (White Boy) Y-O-U-N-G (When you see me in the club baby show me some love, nigga what?) P-I-M-P (Got the game on lock, in these streets on the don-dada, yeah) Y-O-U-N-G (Fuck these hoes up man with the Icey ring that bling-blang) P-I-M-P (Holla at me Young Pimp White Boy I'ma do the damn thing) [White Boy] Mack a Don, awaited by G-straps and thongs Top notch nigga these facts is known Keep rats, hit 'em wit' a free pack, you don't Holla' back while I count G stacks alone O's atro blow like three saxaphones Ask ya hoe who track she on (White Boy) Now I'm ridin' on chrome, slidin' by ya home Lookin' fresh as the bio-dome, trick what! [Hook] [White Boy] You can call me Deuce, you can me you You can call me Luke, the 3000 Snoop More chicks than Nelly, drinkin' rounds'a juice We talkin' shit like ass when ya bowzers movin' We got, pounds is movin' out of town in Houston Plus we got sluts that'll set you up, stick a lame for his dust Cain and clut, we got hoes that's all out dangerous Tape you up leave ya neck with a razor cut Man I don't get it, you niggaz so different You niggaz po-pimpin' , gettin' no bitches When ya hoe won't go tell her go get it And that's the truth, this is somethin' that a mack would do I'm tellin you, not askin' you and if you fuck with my money then I'll have to shoot Cause I'm rough out here and I'm after loot, nigga [Hook] [Money Mike] Ay, welcome back, we're here at the all pimps, all day, all the time network I am your host as usual Money motherfuckin' Mike I saw one of these niggaz with spinner hubcaps, what part of the game is that Got to get out your car and spin them bitches manually, I mean this is ridiculous [Hook] |
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