调:B major
Verse 1
C
G
C
Feel me uh- huh uh, uh- huh
Ge- ge- geyeah, geyeah
love 'em, leave 'em
Take 'em out the hood,
keep 'em lookin' good
First time they fuss I'm breezin'
Talkin' bout, "What's the reasons?"
bitch
Better trust than believe 'em
'Til I need a nut,
Then it's, beep beep and
I'm pickin' 'em up
Let 'em play with the dick in the truck
Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
I'm a break bread
So you can be livin' it up? Shit I
Me give my heart to a woman?
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
And I hate waitin'
Hoe get yo' ass in
check 'em out now
G
Ride, yeah
we spendin' cheese
Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin' big pimpin' up in N.Y.C.
rap impresario
Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Oops, my bad, that's my scenario
No I can't fuck a scary hoe
everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin', they say,
Now these motherfuckers know we carry
mo' heat than a little bit
And if you catch a lick when I spit,
then it won't be a little hit
and step up yo' vocab
hoe stab out with me
And you see us comin'
down on yo' slab
you just can't take it
Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt- naked,
You gotta pay like you weigh wet
wit two pairs of clothes on
I'm flyin' to the track
That's the track that we
breakin' these hoes on
But when shit get hot,
then the glock start poppin' like ozone
Fo' real it don't get no bigger man
gettin' throwed on the flip
fool
We be big pimpin' spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T.
spendin' cheese
on B.L.A.D.'s
Uh smokin' out, throwin' up,
All my car got leather and wood,
Everybody want to ball,
If he up, watch him fall,
If I wasn't rappin' baby,
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily,
Uh now what y'all know bout
Comin' down in candied toys,
smokin' weed and talkin' noise
We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T.
Pimp C, and Bun B
spendin' cheese
on B.L.A.D.'s
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