Pimp in My Own Rhyme

Unh

Light up the bomb

Cause here I come

It's eight bizz-all

Got the remedy

Dr. Green Sticky got the cure for me

Pimp type, I'm so tight, taking flight

Like a kite when the wind blows

Creepin' in my Timbos

Most, hoes, know, I'm out to get the loot

Fuck being your boyfriend

Girl I wanna hit the boots

Jump deep in that rump

And then I gotta flap bitch

You should've known how a real nigga act

That's, why, I be about my P's and Q's

Cause hoes end up being bad news

Find 'em, fuck 'em, split 'em, forget 'em

Let the ho go so the next Joe can hit 'em

Real 'bout this playa shit, Suave came deeper than the ocean

Lil' Hane hit me with the potion

Floatin' - Cloud 9 is beneath me

Niggas can't see 8Ball & MJ fuckin' G

Dope like a cake, fake niggas get the POW

Fuckin' wit' the (Orange Mound Veteran)

Don't be the next one to get done and find

You can't beat a pimp in his own fuckin' rhyme

A pimp in my own fuckin' rhyme

Pimp in my own fuckin' rhyme, yes I'm

These bitches be poppin' game

And wearin' they niggas clothes

Scandalous groupie

Big choosy booty, outrageous hoes

Bitches and back rubs

Bubbles and bathtubs

Luxury hotels

Executive Strip Clubs

A natural born break-a-bitch scholar

Holla if you hear me

Step off

If you trick bustas fear me

Hear the, pimp speakin'

For all and each and

For each and all

Now break 'em off somethin' Ball

What's next

Much real shit comin' from the two

Pimp niggas who survived

Comin' up payin' dues

Funky flippin'

Style switchin'

Niggas better pay attention

Before the automatic start spittin'

Listen, 8Ball be straight bubblin'

Slow ass niggas gettin' broke off by my tongue again

Comin' in, MJ fuckin' G

You better know the time

And I'm

Just a pimp in my own rhyme

Here comes the motherfuckin' player

The rhyme sayer, the bitch slayer

I break a young woman's back then I take her

Home, the thrill is gone, I gotta jet

The set before I get my ass in some mess

Sippin' Hennessey, till I finish the

Whole cup of the cognac, catchin' contacts

With the blunts back

Superfly, Mr. Gold, that is gettin' old

This'll label me a young goodie

Straight out the hoodie

I'm able to lay my game down in a single bound

And while I'm in the same town, smoke out on a pound

As I'm keepin' an eye for tight hoes

While I creep through the streets

While you sleep with the D's on my jeep

Peep this, 110% physical fitness

I lay the type of pipe to put a plumber out of business

Who is this manipulator? Demonstrator?

Pimp shit, top rater, trick hater

Bustas can't comprehend, but then again

They never could, too busy fuckin' off in them neighborhood

I'mma keep pimpin' rhymes, I'm out of my pimpin' mind

I'm here to say that I'm a pimp in my own rhyme

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