Something bout Pimpin Lyrics by Jt Money

Something bout Pimpin Lyrics

    Jt money:

    I got a problem with this punk ass bitch i know
    Ol' no good skanlezz switch out ho
    An untrustworthy bitch like delilah
    Only thing she good for is puttin' dick inside her, mother fuckin' face
    Bitch got some good neck
    But the little trick need to learn some respect
    She made me beat her ass.
    Take a nigga out this game.
    See i don't beat my hoes cause all my hoes is payin'
    But this one act like she don't understand
    You is the bitch, me, i'm the man
    Remember dat shit, then learn to submit
    And that when you stop gettin' your funky ass kicked little hard headed
    Trick
    See a nigga know about ya
    And i know a dollar bill 'll bring tha ho outcha
    Then you got the nerve to claim you better than the rest of my hoes
    When you ain't even in the rankin' of the best of my hoes

    Chorus: somethin' about pimpin'
    That makes me love this game
    Somethin' about pimpin'
    The hoes be off the chain
    Somethin' about pimpin'
    I just don't wanna stop
    Somethin' about pimpin'
    Cause this players gotta keep a fat knock

    Too short:

    I'm like jd walker
    Pimp hat to tha right smooth talker
    Bitches workin' all night like a stalker
    Gettin' every last nickel dime and quarter
    Pimpin' ain't hardly nuthin' new to me
    Used to be a little kid watchin' movies
    I knew what i wanted in life, about nine or ten hoes
    I ain't want no wife
    I used to walk real cool like my leg was broke
    And i still do, now i get paid from hoes, beeitch
    Cuz this east side nigga don't care
    Since i was nine years old i been a player
    And now i got a lot 'o women
    It's never endin'
    It's just somethin' 'bout this pimpin'
    Chorus

    Jt money:

    Now, one time for you h-os
    You wanna try a real player bout his pesos
    Hey hoes, i know you in this game tryin' to come up, pick a come up
    Got these niggas got they nut up for some cut ups
    So wut up all i wanna do is get this money witcha
    I'm dead serious, i ain't tryin' to be funny witcha
    I teach tha game but it ain't for free
    When i see you with some change you just bring it to me
    See you can come up in this game
    And you can get hurt ho
    When you in public just remember who you work for
    Cause all them tight ? cats gonna come try to holla
    So called ballers, flashin' they dollars
    Hatin' j baby, you just play it crazy
    Let him spend his loot on them boobs
    So you can pay
    All i want is the bread
    He want the pussy and head
    Don't be misled just remember everything i said
    Beotch

    Chorus until end

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