Key: G# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
where they at, where they at
I don't want the cat,
if you're simpin'
Em
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Nigga, what kinda hoes do you like?
Keep hopin' loud,
that's what Jesse Jackson said
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Em
Talkin' about racism,
buy a whole lotta shit
Gm
Em
Show her all my cars,
show the bitch my big house
Set myself up for bein'
up for that pimpin'
So where they at? There they go
Listen, bitch,
you was born with the pussy
Yeah, the word's born rich
Em
Takin' and breakin' and bringin' that money,
bitch
then break em'
Put drops in they drink,
Em
Only a trick would fall for that bullshit
So go get it, bitch,
say these hoes just scared
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Em
You're nothing but simps,
cause them hoes is misled
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Em
It's a conversation, mate,
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I got ten bitches all in line
All the money that they make is mine
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I keep them in check and I don't be skimping
Em
C
Em
I got ten bitches all in line,
all the money that they make is mine
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I keep them in check and I don't be skipping,
oh
Pimpin' is an art,
real pimps are rare
People think of a pimp with Ca
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dillac long hair
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Nowadays we be workin' paid
Strive and drop my saves
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and definitely stayin' paid
hoes treat me like a king
is on a corner or a mattress
And she's on a period,
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ain't no time for a break
Ain't nothin' wrong with your mouth,
bitch, it's cash to make
Fill your purse with condoms,
is on your back or on your knees
Come short of my cash
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pimping ain't dead at,
need my fucking shit
If she don't have it, I'ma
Em
Bitch you better get it, go get it, get it fast
A broke ass bitch,
don't be limpin'
My Mack is in shape,
I'm exercising my pimpin'
Started from the bottom,
worked my way up to the top
I used to sell rocks,
charging for the dick
Like my nigga Spooky Lil'
can't get for free
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Em
Damn right, dirty bitch, your ass gotta pay me
A grand a night,
and your pockets I'ma break
your pussy whoop
misdemeanor crime
Now my bitch is sellin' pussy
buying pussy?
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Em
Pimpin' ain't dead
C
Em
Where they at, where they at,
want his fuckin' dough
I'm on the track looking
and I'm a big bitch
If you come on the track
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Em
and I break your dog's trim
I'm making my money with lips,
hips and fingertips
I'm tellin' you, baby,
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Em
I ain't ridin' that car
I'm givin' you head to your
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dead in the car
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Hurry up, chick, I ain't got no time to lose
I'm gettin' kicked
with some gator shoes
so drop it like it's hot
Come again, my friend,
I'll make another whole lot
five minutes
Now you're gonna tell me
you wanna stand in it
Where they at, where they at,
pimpin' won't quit
They just wanna break a once
-a -month bleedin' bitch
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The trick tryna play me
breakin' for his Rolex
Now he's ridin' around town
lookin' up tight
He shoulda had his ass on
understand what I said
I'm here to let you know, bitch
I got ten bitches all in line
All the money they make is mine
I keep them in check and
I keep em on the track cause I'm pimpin'
I got ten bitches all in line
I keep em in check and
I don't be simpin'
Oh, bitch I'm pimpin'
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