This Pimp Lyrics by Project Pat
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Talking... [Project Pat] fuck around make me shoot Hoe I know you got this loot up I'm like I'm a rocket yea I knock it when I hit them boots make that pussy wetter then running like a faucet tap though we get ya stupid then thorough breds are on the map yo face is gonna get a slap like the way that booty flap pimps are riding checky tramps keep a cough drop in ya cap prostituting straight up looting table dances in ya lap nine hundred every night so you know that pussy snap Im'a let you run ya game take me off the weight of fame but if it don't profit us that'll bring a pimp to shame swang a fist bout a her eye kiss my dick never good-bye fuck around and break ya leg hoe if ya tell a lie biggest booty in the club-ah I'm the dad you the mother out here corning like no other you's a freaky muthafucka hooker now they paying ya me & you done falled off broke yea thats what they praying for what they used to say to ya [Chorus (2x):] I'll bust ya head you tell a lie (Don't trip don't trip) You don't never wanna try (This Pimp this pimp) Im'a look you in ya eye (And take grip and take grip) You get wrong you recieve (A fat lip a fat lip) [Verse 2] I'm bout to whip on this maggot means nothing bitch got a cute little face and a tight little switch getting rich off the chick'ill never happen in a milli-ion tired just from now 'cause she a civilian not a soldier to this army'ill make ya change come up shorter and your face Im'a re-arrange you was looking strange but your pockets looking stranger I was bumpin me some ruffin in the changer swollen eyes busted lips but you know I'm loving you bitch I'm never trusting you thats because I'm smart hoe in the club shakin hips everyday I'm cussing you other niggas give ya cheese they ain't got no heart though hoe I'm gonna start yo ass with empty purse break you like a cash register then put in hearse conscience to the grave and I hope that you can see that I must get paid if you wants to fuck with me [Chorus (2x)] [Verse 3] Peter pipper beat the bitch sweeped her in the conflict introduced her to a trick through the town spit his game cooking cakes candy rings make-up hoe like a queen feeling up her pussy hole rub her for the dingalings but the hoe didn't meet her quarter so I walked out in an order break away from getting slapped start running for the border known to whip you out your draws bitch done went & told them laws got domestic violent charge in the morning out them bars duck niggas hate this shit catch'em going quack quack but it ain't gone happen 'cause the playas out here rapping try snitching to a bitch trying to hold the mack back to these hoes laying down the law while I get the cap'n head cracking in a brick wall got me in a midst brawl showing out infront of folk that'll make me kill ya'll muthafuckin ass beat ya down like ya stole something turn right around hey hoe let me hold something You don't never wanna try (this pimp this pimp this pimp)
Talking... [Project Pat] fuck around make me shoot Hoe I know you got this loot up I'm like I'm a rocket yea I knock it when I hit them boots make that pussy wetter then running like a faucet tap though we get ya stupid then thorough breds are on the map yo face is gonna get a slap like the way that booty flap pimps are riding checky tramps keep a cough drop in ya cap prostituting straight up looting table dances in ya lap nine hundred every night so you know that pussy snap Im'a let you run ya game take me off the weight of fame but if it don't profit us that'll bring a pimp to shame swang a fist bout a her eye kiss my dick never good-bye fuck around and break ya leg hoe if ya tell a lie biggest booty in the club-ah I'm the dad you the mother out here corning like no other you's a freaky muthafucka hooker now they paying ya me & you done falled off broke yea thats what they praying for what they used to say to ya [Chorus (2x):] I'll bust ya head you tell a lie (Don't trip don't trip) You don't never wanna try (This Pimp this pimp) Im'a look you in ya eye (And take grip and take grip) You get wrong you recieve (A fat lip a fat lip) [Verse 2] I'm bout to whip on this maggot means nothing bitch got a cute little face and a tight little switch getting rich off the chick'ill never happen in a milli-ion tired just from now 'cause she a civilian not a soldier to this army'ill make ya change come up shorter and your face Im'a re-arrange you was looking strange but your pockets looking stranger I was bumpin me some ruffin in the changer swollen eyes busted lips but you know I'm loving you bitch I'm never trusting you thats because I'm smart hoe in the club shakin hips everyday I'm cussing you other niggas give ya cheese they ain't got no heart though hoe I'm gonna start yo ass with empty purse break you like a cash register then put in hearse conscience to the grave and I hope that you can see that I must get paid if you wants to fuck with me [Chorus (2x)] [Verse 3] Peter pipper beat the bitch sweeped her in the conflict introduced her to a trick through the town spit his game cooking cakes candy rings make-up hoe like a queen feeling up her pussy hole rub her for the dingalings but the hoe didn't meet her quarter so I walked out in an order break away from getting slapped start running for the border known to whip you out your draws bitch done went & told them laws got domestic violent charge in the morning out them bars duck niggas hate this shit catch'em going quack quack but it ain't gone happen 'cause the playas out here rapping try snitching to a bitch trying to hold the mack back to these hoes laying down the law while I get the cap'n head cracking in a brick wall got me in a midst brawl showing out infront of folk that'll make me kill ya'll muthafuckin ass beat ya down like ya stole something turn right around hey hoe let me hold something You don't never wanna try (this pimp this pimp this pimp)