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| nikon, media, good, soopafl lyrics, wordssong lyrics psycho drama magic unknown, newsletter, fujifilm, wordssong lyrics david banner get down like a pimp unknown, psycho drama magic song lyrics, 50cent — ( p. i. m. p. lyrics ), biography, hip hop translation, photolog, candy shop, tatu, mp3, 50cent p.i.m.p. lyrics, grillz, oldies, list of films, songtekst, david banner lyrics and music sheet, | girl, and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call I'll be there to pick barbs you up, if ever barbs 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, barbs 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 you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the |
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| by 50 CENT from the album Get Rich Or Die Tryin' at LyricsAndSongs.COM That I'm a oldies motherfucking P-I-M-P [Repeat] [Verse 1] Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna I spit a little G man, and my game got oldies her A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about oldies her I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head I'm that nigga trying to holla 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 the kid Look 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 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 |
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