Like A Pimp Lyrics - Singles - Ugk

Say bitch I'm thinking of a master plan 

And I'm bringing this paper faster than 

These other lil bastards can 

So I'm digging in my mind for the bitches I broke 

And keep a player paid in full cause pimping ain't no joke 

You want to pop that pussy that's a slim ass chance 

Put the paper in the panties when you get that dance 

This C.O.D. nigga, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards 

No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master Cards 

Original old school rock balling rappers 

Bitches still say we high side call us sky cappers 

But why slap us when you think a nigga down on his luck 

You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck 

Now what the fuck part of the game taught y'all that bitch play 

See we makes a bitch pay 

Like a bitch weigh 

And then a bitch stay 

Wouldn't sit still 

Fuck how this shit feel 

This ain't studio pimping 

This shit real pimping 

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I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck (getting buck) 

And you know that we couldn't give a fuck (give a fuck) 

I got them bitches on the corner selling cock (selling cock) 

And the game that we go don't stop (don't stop) 

I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup (with the syrup) 

And you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb) 

And in the club man you know we stay strapped (stay strapped) 

And bitch you know that it ain't about this rap (ain't about this rap) 

To many niggaz out here buying hoes a meal 

Nigga that ain't the way a bitch supposed to feel 

I close the deal from the front door 

Fuck me right and suck me tight 

And you just might hit the blunt hoe 

I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ass baby 

But don't be acting all saditty with class baby 

You with a nigga such as my self it'll cost you 

So pay before a nigga fuck around and be the tosser 

Photos 

Sweet Jones, gripping grain 

With all that shit you talk ain't got no bezatine chain 

And most of y'all niggaz ain't nothing but tricks 

But we sipping lean and breaking bricks 

Popping pills, work the wood wheel 

Fuck where you're from and fuck how you feel 

If you want to go to war I'll take you to war 

I got an AK-47 and a tek in the car 

I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck (getting buck) 

And you know that we couldn't give a fuck (give a fuck) 

I got them bitches on the corner selling cock (selling cock) 

And the game that I got don't stop (don't stop) 

I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup (with the syrup) 

And you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb) 

And in the club man you know we stay strapped (stay strapped) 

And bitch you know that it ain't about this rap (ain't about this rap) 

Bitch niggaz getting hit in the front (in the front) 

I give a fuck bitch you can hit the blunt (hit the blunt) 

And everyday young boys that's paid (that's paid) 

Lay it down when we chopping on the blades (chopping on the blades) 

I'm always trying to put in work 

Niggaz wanna do my dirt 

Balling down on Beale Street 

Sipping on a pint of syrup 

Chopping up the chronic weed 

Picking all the fucking seeds 

Trying to slow my roll 

In my trunk I got them fucking keys 

Always riding Chevy things 

Shining on them twanky things 

Kids I'm a role model 

Police I'm a dope man 

Can't forget to check my traps 

Got me cheese a player slap 

People say that pimping dead 

Never has it left my mouth 

Optimos a fifth of crown 

Red eyes with a frown 

Niggaz with them gold teeth 

Fast talking on the town 

Some of us are under cover 

Make your baby mama love us 

Knot in my right pocket 

Left pocket got them rubbers 

Right hand Rolex watch 

Stuffed shirt plastic glock 

Back pocket Chevy keys 

Ready for the brain wash 

I'mma go pimp a bitch 

I'mma like wicked witch 

Always got to watch your friends 

Backstabbers cause a snitch 

Now see let me blow your mind the real business in the wind 

The main thing fucking up these hoes is their fucking friends 

You remember back in day it was niggaz pimping hoes 

Take a look around now it be hoes pimping hoes 

What the business what the deal man these hoes got me fucked 

Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck 

Oh you fucking with my cheese oh you fucking with my paper 

Bitch you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her 

I ain't mad about my girl licking pussy with a girl 

Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my world 

Bitch I'll tell you what your job and your job nonstop 

I need the spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch 

I need the coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys 

On knees and Bentley's, mozzarella cheese 

Now nigga now you talking hoes get to walking 

And I ain't trying to hear that bullshit bitch walk (Bitch!) 

Hold up, hold up