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    "This Pimp" Lyrics

    Project Pat


    [Project Pat]
    Hoe I know you got this loot
    fuck around make me shoot
    up I'm like I'm a rocket
    yea I knock it when I hit them boots
    make that pussy wetter then
    running like a faucet tap
    though we get ya stupid then
    yo face is gonna get a slap
    thorough breds are on the map

    pimps are riding checky tramps
    prostituting straight up looting table dances in ya lap
    keep a cough drop in ya cap
    like the way that booty flap
    nine hundred every night so you know that pussy snap
    take me off the weight of fame
    Im'a let you run ya game
    but if it don't profit us that'll bring a pimp to shame
    swang a fist bout a her eye
    kiss my dick never good-bye
    fuck around and break ya leg hoe if ya tell a lie
    biggest booty in the club-ah
    I'm the dad you the mother
    out here corning like no other
    you's a freaky muthafucka
    what they used to say to ya
    hooker now they paying ya
    me & you done falled off broke yea thats what they praying for

    [Chorus (2x):]

    You don't never wanna try (This Pimp this pimp)
    I'll bust ya head you tell a lie (Don't trip don't trip)
    Im'a look you in ya eye (And take grip and take grip)
    You get wrong you recieve (A fat lip a fat lip)

    [Verse 2]
    I'm bout to whip on this maggot means nothing bitch
    got a cute little face and a tight little switch
    getting rich off the chick'ill never happen in a milli-ion
    tired just from now cuz she a civilian
    not a soldier to this army'ill make ya change
    come up shorter and your face Im'a re-arrange
    you was looking strange but your pockets looking stranger
    I was bumpin me some ruffin in the changer
    swollen eyes busted lips but you know I'm loving you

    in the club shakin hips everyday I'm cussing you
    bitch I'm never trusting you thats because I'm smart hoe
    other niggas give ya cheese they ain't got no heart though
    hoe I'm gonna start yo ass with empty purse
    break you like a cash register then put in hearse
    conscience to the grave and I hope that you can see
    that I must get paid if you wants to fuck with me

    [Chorus (2x)]

    [Verse 3]
    Peter pipper beat the bitch
    sweeped her in the conflict
    through the town spit his game
    introduced her to a trick
    make-up hoe like a queen
    cooking cakes candy rings
    feeling up her pussy hole
    rub her for the dingalings
    but the hoe didn't meet her quarter
    so I walked out in an order
    break away from getting slapped start running for the border
    known to whip you out your draws
    bitch done went & told them laws
    got domestic violent charge in the morning out them bars
    duck niggas hate this shit
    catch'em going quack quack
    try snitching to a bitch trying to hold the mack back
    but it ain't gone happen cuz the playas out here rapping
    to these hoes laying down the law while I get the cap'n
    head cracking in a brick wall
    got me in a midst brawl
    showing out infront of folk
    that'll make me kill ya'll
    muthafuckin ass beat ya down like ya stole something
    turn right around hey hoe let me hold something

    You don't never wanna try (this pimp this pimp this pimp)
    This song was submitted on December 14th, 2009 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Paul Beauregard.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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