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Iceberg Slim
Dave East
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Stop making wack shit to my beats
Listen to this nigga right here
Talking 'bout he wanna be a pimp
I don't think this nigga knows how to be a pimp
I don't think he has it in his blood to get these bitches
I don't think you can get these bitches to give you money
You don't have enough vernacular in your blood for this pimpin'
Nigga, you don't want this pimpin'
And you can't fuck with this pimpin'
Get the fuck up out my face
Now let me tell you 'bout these bitches
Tell you 'bout these riches
Show you how to never trick off and get the business
Everyday I'm killin' 'em lookin' out for the witness
Give me some real money been lookin' out for a minute
You cookin' out with a chemist
Played the N train from NY
Pimp game it been fly
Piff haze we been high
Grenade waitin' to blow any second that pen fly
Organizin' my empire, butter leather the inside
Chapelle life, Caddy wide body knockin' Barry White
Gettin' deeper and deeper them tweakers used to carry white
Sour D smokin' not concerned about that airy life
I hit the block with scary spice
I love the streets, got married twice
Pimpin' like Kenan and politickin' at Bennigans
Got a couple women with bitches bringin' them Benjamins
I don't even trick on Halloween
Gettin' bitches out they jeans then I kick 'em out my dream
Love my lifestyle, you ain't never write a bar on my pad
Visions of that black card with a bar in my pad
Now they givin' me respect like they talkin' to dad
Disrespect, hop out my car go walk for the cash
Pimpin'
No man, all bitches are the same just like my hoes
You know, I keep 'em broke
Wake up one morning with some money, the subject'll go crazy
You know, I keep 'em lookin' good, pretty and all that
You know, but no dough
When I get a bitch, I got a bitch
Right on
Haha, see, that nigga wanted the honey
All we want is the money
All we want is the money, fuck what you talkin' 'bout
My conversation costs
I can tell you a worker but now you tryna boss
Important meetings like Michael talkin' to Hyman Roth
You chasin' bitches on Twitter, my nigga signin' off
You tryna floss, come here, here go the manual
Cop up every other day never annual
Wintertime fuck it, on your back rock a animal
Mink shit, pink champagne, my niggas ran a few
Model type, all up in my face like the camera view
Never shy, I be poppin' shit like a hammer do
You ain't gotta be The Rock for niggas to handle you
I'm floatin' on my own off Patron plus a Xan or two
Watchin' The Mack, sorry pardon my back
Takin' over like Nino in the Carter with crack
G-Money wasn't loyal had a problem with that
That's why I keep a bad diva in my car with a strap
Wishin' I could afford Tom Ford
The competition get ate like two times four
Two fine whores that help me recline more
My battle gear ready, I'm hopin' we find war
This money comin' in and we hopin' we find more
Independent with business no reason to sign for
Already made up my mind don't ask me if I'm sure
Born in the late 80's but rhyme like '94
Pourin' champagne on these whores like Pine-Sol
Smokin' OG my Jordan's is Concord
Resort life, gettin' escorts like some kind Ford
Ralph Lauren my shorts, my style is not yours
Your style it got flaws, I'm princess cut diamond like
VIP livin', you niggas is in the line tonight
Everyday is sound check, nigga I'm goin' live tonight
Wonder why you keep on gettin' left 'cause you ain't ridin' right
Chevy Impala rental, offensive I got my pencil
My lyrics come from the temple, I'm bendin' this gun'll end you
Fresher than Baja, Spanish resemble Popeye
Brolic and frolicin' with females, beat it no instrumental
Pen and pad keep a nigga in his thoughts
Rarely stop like a cab for a nigga in New York
Allergic to pork by any means I'm Black Panther like
Always movin' like Amber when flashin' never the camera type
While J. Statz sings to the bitches
I'ma let you know why I don't sing to the bitches
Why? You wanna know why?
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' pimp, you stupid bitch
What the fuck? I slap bitches
I slap bitches
Not with no soft ass baby powder
I slap a bitch with a stick of butter
In my bare hands and let her feel it like skillet
You know what I'm sayin'?
One time, one time
This bitch walked up to me talkin' 'bout
"Daddy, I wanna motherfuckin' jump rope"
Bitch, what the fuck you wanna jump rope for?
What are you five bitch? Get with this pimpin'
Grow the fuck up and bring me my money
You better bring me my motherfuckin' money
'Fore I take that jump rope and tie it around your neck
And hang your ass on some old school shit, bitch
Pimpin'
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