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Pimpin' Ken
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's the motherfkin' infamous Pimpin' Ken
Yeah, all you motherfkin' hoes out there misguided, undecided
Y'all need to come on and fk with a pimp right
Yeah, if y'all keep them suckers off ya motherfkin' mind
b*tch I can keep em' off ya motherfkin' behind
Check this out b*tch, ya understand
Y'all need to quit playin' the motherfkin' joker
And come on and pay a motherfkin' pimp broker
Yeah ya know what I'm talkin' about
Yeah, let it be Pimpin' Ken for the reason
Ya understand I'll make it for the season
Know what I'm talkin' about, yeah b*tch please believe
We can put it on the dotted line, Atlanta tied
Ya know what I'm talkin' about b*tch (Yeah)
Yeah b*tch ya understand, tell that nigg* ya understand
You ain't missin' b*tch, you ain't on no milk carton
You with pimpin' b*tch, Pimpin' Ken that is
Ho ya know what I'm talkin' about (Yeah)
d*mn my nigg* take off, J.D. we doin' this s**t
Ya understand, better known as the motherfkin' royal highness
Ya understand, ya won't find us, ya understand
And I'm feelin' hype too (Come on)
Jermaine Dupri
It's that lil' College Park nigg*, in fact they call me Long Dough
hate me cause I'm wearin' platinum every song go
Hoes love me cause I, cause I keep it comin' strong and yo
I'm a pimp with mine every time I don't give a fk who she is
b*tch you can go
Get another cause they love us in the fast life
that can put it down and came up with they cash right
Keep em' keep em' in the mall fresh, ball every night
That's my life
I come through any time I want to and hit that as* right
Up like a flashlight, walkin' cause of all of my bling (Bling)
One of the baddest motherfkers that the game has seen
Think about it
From the first time that ya heard me
Way back in the 90s early
Me and my pimpin' out here doin' our thing, that's why...
Chorus x2: Manuel Seal
I got the money, hoes, and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin'
Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin'
Pimp C
Still smokin' out, pourin' up, keep these girls hoin' up
They break Pimp C long bread cause everything I touch be blowin' up
Candy cars, I'm a star
Choppin' blades, sippin' on bars
Young pimp I'm from the South
Run off put that piece in ya mouth
We Jone, fk a clone
Keep a lil' b*tch on my phone
All my cars blaze chrome
b*tch can't leave my d*ck alone, alone, alone
You ain't from no Memphis b*tch
Cause I was playin' Project Pat hittin' the switch
Puttin' the d*ck up in ya dame
Every time make her say my name
91 I been grippin' grain
b*tch nigg* wanna steal my fame, fame, fame
I be at home smokin' dro, dro
And see a nigg* doin' a dance on the video
But I'm young pimp, steak and shrimp
Flyin' high like a blimp
Write my name in the sky on track
Tell the b*tch to bring my money back, back, back, back b*tch
Jermaine Dupri
He talkin' directly to you
Chorus x2
Bun B
Well if it ain't cash then I don't want it
I'm a million dollar striver, I get liver
Then the pimps that push clock punchers nine to fivers
A high diver, with mo' tricks up my sleeve than ya boy MacGuyver
A cadaver, that'll get cha' voted off my island like "Survivor"
Is you blind, my pimpin' only gets better with age like a fine wine
And it's time to put up yo blinds
I might raise a pimp to shine
Decide to yo mind, desing
Two steps ahead of yo slow roll
You best to get a grip on ya world, world
Or we'll put that Miracle Whip on ya girl
Pimp her, let a trick sip on that pearl
Let her pay that is
Ol' sucker for love, t*ty baby, mama's boy
That's just the way that is
And that's the way that it's gonna be, gonna be
So ya might as well take ya lil' Heartbreak Hotel reside
Stuck in the mud, still ridin' as* off to mo' me
Cause uh...
Chorus x2
Jermaine Dupri to fade
Bounce, come on bounce, come on bounce
Come on...bounce
Come on bounce, come on bounce, come on bounce
Come on, yeah come on bounce
