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I'm Pimpin' Songtext
von Trillville

I'm Pimpin' Songtext

This that boy E40 water mayne.
Know what I′m talkin bout off this good ole burgondale coserosolini.
We fin to do our thug disolini mayne.
Trillville up in this booth mayne. What is it?
You know what I'm talkin bout?
Real saucy real flossy mayne.
We pimpin, and that′s what we talkin bout mayne.
Square-ass niggas mayne tear up outta here mayne,
You know mayne get somewhere where they money at
mayne. We bosses mayne. You know what I'm talkin bout? Yeeee!


Don P this, Don P that
Don P pockets always fat.
I guess that's that on that
better get a tic-tac fore you start the chit chat.
I ain′t ludacris but nigga get back
you like that group criss cross
you wiggidy wiggidy wiggidy wack!
And I′m a miggidy niggidy nack,
spit game to these hoes like pimpin Ken on the track.
Take a trip to Miami.
Where the ladies love me and niggas treat me
like family. Trill recognize trill holla at yo folk.
Over here by lake posted on my boat.
See you a funny nigga, somethin like a joke,
and I'm a money nigga somethin like nice dro.
They say if it ain′t broke don't fix
it, so I guess I′m gon keep on pimpin.

Gals love me (cause I'm pimpin)
Lawyers hate me (cause I′m pimpin)
In V.I.P. (cause I'm pimpin)
Wit my G's (cause I′m pimpin)
Y′all niggas ain't talkin bout nothin (I′m pimpin)
Y'all niggas ain′t talkin bout nothin (I'm pimpin)

I′m all about pimpin, mackin, hustlin, stackin.
Everything I touch goes gold or platinum.
Camera, action, don't forget about the lights.
Last name dough and my first name money right.
The A is the city, the town is the click.
And I got my own hands, I can grab my own dick.
I rep who I'm wit, that bird on the vid.
And last but not least you know that BME click.


See I′m a trill nigga, so I speak trill talk.
Dirty mouth the gucci mayne got millions in the vault. (For real?)
A payed nigga from the Ville,
so you hatin niggas better chill on the fake talk.
Runnin off at your mouth like a relay.
Well check out how my gun run this replay.
Pow! reloadin on yo bitch ass.
Sneak up from behind ya like a snake up in the grass.

How could I have one tooth in my
mouth and not a scottish nickle to my name,
and still pull your bootch like a crane.
Funny nigga is tired, he been dipped in sucka sauce.
I′m movin in, you can tell that ho ass nigga he can get lost.
Cause I'm the whip daddy is, he the whip daddy ain′t
Mine look like it been dipped in
shellack his shit look like spray paint.
Y'all be jaw jackin, my pockets hella fat.
How many rappers you know that can turn
down a hundred thousand, Can you do that?
It′s the year of the throw back and I ain't talkin bout jerseys.
The original tycoon playboy, I′m back like herpes.
We burn pirelli meat smoke up the block and cause pollution.
Til the tires bald, til they smooth like proactive solution.
I like to ball, but I ain't talkin bout hoopin.
I pump that weight like they do in the institution.
Yo partnas in the club lookin like they gamin.
My partnas in the club lookin like the mafia.

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