Ayy
Say man, a wise nigga asked me
Did I know the difference between a, a mack and a pimp
What you told him, nigga?
I said yeah man, uh, a mack like to fuck for free
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Be gone)
These gigolo-style niggas try to get
Over on a bitch (Be gone, be gone)
But a pimp want that money (Uhh)
I'm a pimp nigga, comin' down and grippin' grain
Showin' off in the club and showin' bitches my chain
They wanna know my name, they see me grippin' the car
They comin' down, see me on TV 'cause I'm the star
Sweet Jones, in four dollar cologne
In the Brougham comin' through and it's blue, I love Screw
And I miss you, nigga, I'm packin' the trigger
For them fuck boys, hittin' niggas with the toys
They wanna know what's goin' on in the South
Young hoes is gettin' money puttin' dicks in they mouth
You wanna stop the game, but you can't
Because your husband comin' through
And gettin' with 'em, what you think?
He wanna spend two hundred and get the blow
And then he wanna scratch off and leave my ho
But then the bitch bring the money to me
It's just like "Pimps Up, Hoes Down" on TV
Now it's a very thin line between a pimp and a trick
And it's a very thin line between that hole and my dick
You don't go where I go, so you don't be where I be
You don't see what I seen 'cause you don't see what I see
It's a very thin line between a pimp and a trick
And it's a very thin line between that hole and my dick
You don't go where I go, so you don't be where I be
You don't see what I seen 'cause you don't see what I see
I got you peekin', tweakin' off of my personification
By the way I make you shake when I apply the penetration
The stimulation is out of hand, now your man don't exist
Mind on some other shit, undercover lover shit
And you with it a hundred percent with no intent
To prevent our actions at all nor resent our actions at all
Shit, no distractions at all
Got you posted up like a thumbtack against the wall
Bitch, guess who you gon' call?
When your man start fallin' off
Fuckin' up, goin' off at the mall
Damn skippy, but I ain't even trippin'
Just hit me on the hip and I'm flippin', now tell 'em, bitches
Now it's a very thin line between a pimp and a trick
And it's a very thin line between that hole and my dick
You don't go where I go, so you don't be where I be
You don't see what I seen 'cause you don't see what I see
It's a very thin line between a pimp and a trick
And it's a very thin line between that hole and my dick
You don't go where I go, so you don't be where I be
You don't see what I seen 'cause you don't see what I see
I get on the Ave, puttin' the bitch on the corner
I'm comin' through, blowin' on California marijuana
I bought a mansion house with a sauna
With a pool like a fool doin' things they drool
Comin' over like a clover, I'm lucky they didn't fuck with me
And Lee Ski and that motherfucker Birdie B
So what you know about them motherfuckers from that PA?
I'm comin' down and doin' things that make 'em do what I say
They call me daddy 'cause I tell 'em how to dress
And tell 'em how to wear they dress and get they paper on
To the break of dawn, break that trick
Sell that pussy, bitch, hit that dick
You know what it's all about, you love your daddy
You wanna see me havin' the Rolex and the Caddy
Flyin' out to Hawaii, bringin' back new bitches
Comin' through in the low-low, hittin' the switches
Uhh, Sweet Jones, bitch
Get that money for your daddy
She do that 'cause she wanna do it, not 'cause I make her
Now it's a very thin line between a pimp and a trick
And it's a very thin line between that hole and my dick
You don't go where I go, so you don't be where I be
You don't see what I seen 'cause you don't see what I see
It's a very thin line between a pimp and a trick
And it's a very thin line between that hole and my dick
You don't go where I go, so you don't be where I be
You don't see what I seen 'cause you don't see what I see, uhh
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