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cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay candy shop the kid Look candy shop baby this is simple, you can't see You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I'm a candy shop P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P Come get money with me, if you curious to see how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH [Chorus] [Verse 3] I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper Man this hoe
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