c.h.a.m.p pimpin şarkı sözleri

Pimpin on these hoes i grab a cane and get a stroll on Ferragamo balenciaga i said f*ck it i put em both on Hit the club dirty vvs glistening on my forearm This cougar bitch im fuckin with be saying that imma show off Pull these racks up out my pocket pussy nigga what you know bout it Doing what you said you gone do when you get in my face my nigga i doubt it Just hit a lick in dallas this my fifth time in a row Then hit the club to see lil peach like the way she get down on that pole She pull up at my home We f*ck she gone Im independent on my own Im like that kid from home alone Pulling up the function thirty minutes cant stay for long Im like money talks that nigga benji be singing my songs Six times six thirty six Thats how many karats i put in my wrist Two plus two pour a four in my kist Moving real slow like a clean ass pimp I aint gotta hide from the feds Know they on my head cuz all my shit legit Niggas be laid in the bed i be getting to the bread Be damn if nigga aint rich Money hungry like addict yeah palms are getting itchy My head stay on swivel all time im getting dizzy Gotta brand new whip no note Brand new chain no rope Fuckin up on this foreign bitch flew her in from mexico Pimpin on these hoes i grab a cane and get a stroll on Ferragamo balenciaga i said f*ck it i put em both on Hit the club dirty vvs glistening on my forearm This cougar bitch im fuckin with be saying that imma show off Pull these racks up out my pocket pussy nigga what you know bout it Doing what you said you gone do when you get in my face my nigga i doubt it Just hit a lick in dallas this my fifth time in a row Then hit the club to see lil peach like the way she get down on that pole I play my playa role so good i almost slipped and slapped a bitch Dont get attached to hoes i be like poof she gone a magic trick I aint get shit for christmas all i got was hugs and kisses But now these hoes wanna spend my riches Now im starting to get suspicious But im like damn they in my mentions Trynna see where all the money at All they attitudes change when they see me up in that pontiac I kick that shit like bruce When it come to bitches got one or two Maybe gotta few i dont know who to choose Gotta deuce deuce in my shoes It make it hard to move Im killing that pussy like oj i aint talking bout orange juice May think im a mechanic way i carry round that tool Might use that shit on you you try to play me like a fool cuz i been Pimpin on these hoes i grab a cane and get a stroll on Ferragamo balenciaga i said f*ck it i put em both on Hit the club dirty vvs glistening on my forearm This cougar bitch im fuckin with be saying that imma show off Pull these racks up out my pocket pussy nigga what you know bout it Doing what you said you gone do when you get in my face my nigga i doubt it Just hit a lick in dallas this my fifth time in a row Then hit the club to see lil peach like the way she get down on that pole
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