Cam'ron A Pimp's A Pimp Lyrics
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Ayyo a pimp's a pimp
Flow is flow
Doe is do
Ho's a ho
Chic's a chic
Trick's a trick
***** a ***** across the world
So *****, getcha money and attend to your girl
Now when it comes to these hoes I did'em I got'em
Rip'em and rock'em
But if I hit'em I pop'em
But if I lick'em I lock'em
And I ain't famous at all
Let my game tell it all
But they a pain in my balls
Got to train'em like dogs
From how they, walk and they talk and when they sit on the couch
To how they, lick in they mouth and never **** in the house
But I make, babies with babies
Let the street drive'em crazy
They say "Cam, good you saved me"
Now I pimp'em and they pay me
They feelin' it like Jay-Z
Or Suger Hill like AZ
When Party Time like plainly
I'm So-So Def like JD
Oh baby they have you stressed, *****
I want they mind... Mutha****a, you could have the rest
'Cause I gas'em up, I tell them I'm more than just the lover
I want to be your friend, father, confidant and brother
See my, nine-inch slugger now she, chose her devotion
With messing with my money, girl you messing with my emotion
Now baby-cakes what's your name?
(Ain't no need to explain)
Why is that?
('Cause I'm from Down South)
Well I got Down South game
And to mess wit' you this my last attempt
'Cause I only like when you're *** is bent
So they're dumb they're sashin'
You ain't know why you catch their pimp?
Go ask him, my whores are fresh
So I afforded them
Explore the rest
Tell you now backdoor's the best
For the stress
We never raw in flesh
Why I'm sores a guess
I done pay for yeah I stack them chips
Condoms when I grab them hips
Kiss and mix you wrap them lips
And if she act (Smack the *****)
If she whack (Smack the *****)
Sad to see the way it had to be
Smack the ***** the ***** don't smack me
Cupid's snap me but so are mine on my lines
Yo, my rhymes got a concubine
'Cause I control they mind
Avoid the crew
'Void the groove
Got more doe, than the feud
Got more hoes, than the few
If I die they wouldn't know what to do
Whatcha think all they do is cry?
Tell you this between you and I
Forty slit wrists outta the forty nine suicide
And now I'm drunk off the Henny now
Went off the Remmy now
*****z always envy now
'Cause I'm good and plenty now
And when it come to gettin' head, yo many bow
Girls acting friendly now
(Killa c'mon feel me, ow
I leave'm past sleeping
I took Cardin to get his *** eatin'
He said you pass freepin'
But I'ma ace so throw your cards up
But if you stink baby, I ain't hard up
To wash up
But that's insulting
But if you clean we ballin'
Eat you 'til you catch convulsions
And girls all feign, for the bod
On my team and my mob
Think we scheme and we rob the way they screamin' for God
And all sluts, with he V's
Let'em see how it be
They be like "No, you ain't puttin' all that meat up in me"
You wil'in out
For the styin'out
Girls say I'm foul and doubt
But baby got to understand
That's what my style's 'bout
[Chorus x 2]
Ayyo a pimp's a pimp.
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