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Image Of Pimp Lyrics - Tha Smokin' Nephew - Baby Bash

(Yeah, Yeah, uh) 

It's such a filthy game 

Such a dirty game 

The game don't eva change 

My image is everything 

 

[Chorus] 

You know my image as a pimp, it can be kind of hard to ignore 

Because of my image, I might call you a whore 

You know my image as a pimp, it can be hard to accept 

You gotta be open for some disrespect 

 

Word around town is I pop these P's 

Word around town is I hold these G's 

Word around town is I blow these trees 

Word around town is Baby Beesh 

Pimpin' in high velocity, y'all squares betta back up off me 

'cause we gonna do what the hell we do 

Baby Bash the ghetto socrities 

Gettin' all these keys at playa prices 

Top notch ho by da name of Icess 

Soak it up qick 'cause da game is priceless 

Money and mackin' is nothin' nice (bitch) 

I'm out in Ohio man I missed my trial 

Feds after me 'cause I serve this D 

Got blessed as Golden child 

 

[Chorus] 

 

I dominate the ladies, insult the ladies 

Some think that Oral Bee is badgering the ladies 

I massage some ladies.but keep it on the hush 

I'm a pimp, shit, I'm not supposed to have no crush 

Met this lady, she was off the hook 

A playa got hard off her sexy look 

To my homies I said that she was crazy horny 

And, like most bitches she was dumb and corny 

Well, the truth is that this girl was mad intelligent 

I wanted to follow her ass everywhere it went 

Yes Suh! This mama turned me on 

But then she met some slick-talkin' playa and was gone 

He was a nasty playa who called her a queen 

Now, I can't do that, I am a pimp-machine 

Sometimes I wish that pretty bitch still was mine 

But, I got the image of a pimp, and I stay true to it all the time 

 

[Chorus] 

 

Image of a pimp is what I got 

Take a look at me girl I live it hard 

I ain't chose to rhyme my game is cold 

Million dollar mouth piece have you bringin doe 

Back to the daddy in a candy caddy 

Wit a half bag of Afghanastani 

'cause me and Beesh see we blowin' big 

Can't help us now 'cause we on it 

Ohh look we slammin' da bom on it 

Don't act like yo ass ain't noticed it 

I'm rollin' wit a bunch of hoggs 

Y'all ready know they like to ball 

I get paid fo sex give me the money on a daily basis 

Have yo ass on the track till 8 in da morning 

I'm a mack baby I ain't savin' h0s 

 

[Chorus] 

 

Blow one 

Now what it do, what it do, it's ya smokin' nephew 

What it do, what it do, it's ya smokin' nephew 

What it do, what it do, it's ya smokin' nephew 

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