Who Am I
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'Cause I'm the Pimpstress, the baddest bitch
Clothes always baggy, fuck the stitch and the itch
35, Born north, steady hittin' licks
Dreams to be rich and be on top of the list
Brown eyes and bow legs, steady turning heads
Fuck all the cappers, 'cause yo, I'm all about my bread
Crochet lens, fifty thou on the Benz
Rags to riches, and pimpin' pimpin' my pen
SPM put it down, and left it to me
I got that chrome MVP, hustlin' for your dope fiends
Rollin' deep, gettin' crunk, smokin' blunts with codeine
Stack the cream, triple beam, platinum records just gleam
Hustlers, don't wet on your own carpets
Hollow tips, I'm a vet, puttin' snitches in check
Drop gold diggers, floss chrome triggers
Dope House, my crew, add six figures
Who am I? Pimpstress for life
Dope House is a family, so I gotta stay tight
Wreckin' shows, dodgin' foes, slammin' suicide doors
I'm the coldest Latina, in them baggy ass clothes
Screens lit, pop trunk, with the fifth on recline
Hood strip, candy paint, I owe it all to my rhymes
I'm the coldest female rapper in this industry
From A-Town to H-Town, I put it down for the Three
The bitch and the clique, snappin' them necks
Cashin' them checks, when they test, they get wet
I'm real, baby, sometimes hoes be actin' shady
Fakin' the pimp, get a chip from my three-eighty
They want beef, pimp, then voy a la oficina
Fake tits all flip, I got you jockin' Latinas
Creamy thighs so lovely, ballers wanna touch me
Maybe 'cause I'm down, the pimp, they wanna fuck me
Ice on my rings, SPM, it's a shame
So many killers on my team, y'all think we a game
Austin to Cali, New York to the Valley
Screamin' for the pimp, because they know this bitch is 'bout it
Mob affiliated, surrounded by them killers, drug dealers
Those motherfuckers who be down for the scrilla
Pimpstress is what they call me, female porno whore
Knockin' pictures off the wall, Dope House is standin' tall
Who am I? Pimpstress for life
Dope House is a family, so I gotta stay tight
Wreckin' shows, dodgin' foes, slammin' suicide doors
I'm the coldest Latina, in them baggy ass clothes
Screens lit, pop trunk, with the fifth on recline
Hood strip, candy paint, I owe it all to my rhymes
I'm the coldest female rapper in this industry
From A-Town to H-Town, I put it down for the Three
Last but not least, I'm the freestylin' beast
My pen bleeds on sheets, I pimp my pen like Monfriese
Polo jeans, they be saggin', that's that high diet ass
Now when out with the pimp, I got you comin' so fast
Crystal bottles, and bales of champagne
SPM put it down, check the emblem on my chain
Kiss the finger ring, get up off your knees
Dope House is family, Austin, Texas, where I be
Bust from the Three, I kick it down for La Raza
You figure G's, you got beef, then que pasa?
Vas a ver, and let it be known
On this microphone, I stand alone
Matter chrome, underneath my throne
Don't make me reach for my heat, or bad news will greet you home
Miss Pimpstress, dismiss your existence
Have you callin' me from hell, long distance
Who am I? Pimpstress for life
Dope House is a family, so I gotta stay tight
Wreckin' shows, dodgin' foes, slammin' suicide doors
I'm the coldest Latina, in them baggy ass clothes
Screens lit, pop trunk, with the fifth on recline
Hood strip, candy paint, I owe it all to my rhymes
I'm the coldest female rapper in this industry
From A-Town to H-Town, I put it down for the Three