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Cam'Ron F/ Jermaine Dupri Miscellaneous A Pimp's A Pimp [Chorus] [Jermaine Dupri] Ayyo a Pimps a Pimp Flow is flow Doe is do ho's a ho Chic's a chic Trick's a trick Bitch a bitch across the world So nigga getcha money and attend to your girl [Cam'ron] Now when it comes to these hoes i did'em i got'em rip'em and rock'em but if I hit'em I pop'em but if I lick'em I lock'em and I ain't famous at all Let my game tell it all but they a pain in my balls got to train'em like dogs from how they, walk and they talk and when they sit on the couch to how they, lick in they mouth and never shit in the house but i make, babies with babies let the street drive'em crazy they say "Cam, good you saved me" now I pimp'em and they pay me They feelin' it like Jay-Z or Suger Hill like AZ when Party Time like plainly I'm So-So Def like JD Oh baby they have you stressed, nigga Mad depressed I want they mind...Muthafucka, you could have the rest 'Cause I gas'em up, I tell them I'm more than just the lover I want to be your friend, father, confidant and brother See my, nine-inch slugger now she, chose her devotion With messing with my money, girl you messing with my emotion Chorus x 1 Now baby-cakes what's you're name? (Ain't no need to explain) Why is that? ('Cause I'm from Down South) Well I got Down South game And to mess wit' you this my last attempt 'cause I only like when you're ass is bent so they're dumb they're sashin you ain't know why you catch their pimp? go ask him, my whores are fresh so I afforded them 'xplore the rest tell you now backdoor's the best for the stress we never raw in flesh Why I'm sores aguess (?) I done pay for yeah I stack them chips condoms when i grab them hips kiss and mix you wrap them lips and if she act (smack the bitch) if she wack (smack the bitch) sad to see the way it had to be smack the bitch the bitch don't smack me Cupid's snap me but so are mine on my lines yo, my rhymes got a concubine 'cause I control they mind avoid the crew 'void the groove got more doe, than the fued got more hoes, than the few if I die they wouldn't know what to do whatcha think all they do is cry? tell you this between you and I forty slit wrists outta the forty nine suicide Chorus x 1 And now I'm drunk of the Henny now went off the Remmy now niggaz always envy now 'cause I'm good and plenty now and when it come to gettin' head, yo many bow girls acting friendly now (Killa c'mon feel me OWWW) I leave'm past sleeping last weekend I took Cardin to get his ass eatin he said you pass freepin' but I'ma ace so throw your cards up but if you stink baby, I ain't hard up parl' up to wash up but that's insulting revolting but if you clean we ballin' eat you 'till you catch convultions and girls all feen, for the bod on my team and my mob think we scheme and we rob the way they screamin' for God and all sluts, witht he V's let'em see how it be they be like "No, you ain't puttin' all that meat up in me" you wil'in out for the styinout girls say I'm foul and doubt but baby got to understand that's what my style's 'bout Chorus x 2 Ayyo a Pimp's a pimp |
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