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| wordssong lyrics 50 cent p.i.m.p. get rich or die tryin', coolness, david banner music, pimp(feat. buddy roe, saosin music song lyrics, songwords, thing, b2k, ciara, z rolyrics, david banner lyrics, tego calderon pimp remix feat 50 cent letras, albums, d12, italo, correct, | got to hit the week Got to get a fat pocket, on a get it out free Not the H.P.D., even though Ft. Baylow can't stop it Got to be true to the game, never new to the game A nigga did box two and a half of the game, and I show no shame Creeping your hustle, really means mess with the way that you make your change Got a set of pumps and a nigga fool come through, and hit from box the back Were you thinking you a g, when you fucking box that hoe But I'm laving your frame and for chest, matter of fact I'm Ready for the money like a bombs, so I said it be running out that chrome Niggas be coming to the serve when I slam But they better be ready, to find them another way home When it should of got dark, for the money Got to take a nigga life in the hustle Wondering brah, I don't want to make no god damn headlines I don't want to do, no god damn fed times (Chorus - 2x) [Z-Ro] Could it be the worst nightmare, hoping to God A motherfucker where a nigga don't fight fare Sticking and moving and bobbing |
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| around and slip on my ski mask, ready to blast Then I come through the door with italo a motherfucking 4-4 I want the Rolex watches and cash, and italo you can call the laws I got another clip in my drawers, there'll be screaming and officers down Because it's all about the money italo ain't a damn thing funny What you got I'ma have out town, 'fore they put my ass in the ground (Chorus - 2x) Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on When a nigga be hustling on them corners Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on When a nigga be moving marijuana Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on Better watch your back when it get mad Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on Everything in front of me's up for grabs [Z-Ro] Hell of a hustler, got to work my muscle got to be wondering around, in the streets Got to feet my feet, when I steel sweets on a solo creep, nothing but a thug Should of drove to them hoes, never wanted hoes Got to keep my mind on my money, cause I got a dream While pulling up on the scene, jumping out of paper land Tell me if Hilfiger chose those jeans Got a crease, and it never ceased to amaze me By the individual hustle, that'd pay me When I got to provide for my baby, and maybe I be creaming the fucking, music and deep |
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