Get Rich or Die tryin
(Chorus 2x)
I dont know what you heard about me
But a ***** cant get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms you cant see
That I'm a ************ P-I-M-P
(Verse1)
Now shorty she in da club, shes dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana
Shes feed Them fools fantasies they pay her cause they want her
I spit a little G-Man and my gang got her
A hour later had that *** up in the Ramada
Them trick ****** in they ear saying they think about her
I got the ***** by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause Im from New York
I aint that ***** trying to holla cause I want some ****
Im that ***** trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
******* that try catch a date and come and play the kid
Look baby this is simple you can't see
you ******* me you ****** with a P-I-M-P
(Chorus 2x)
(Verse 2)
Im bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you **** with me, Im a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no breezy
Head full of hair ***** Im a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV
From the backseat of my V, Im a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne, and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tempt the mall
If ever you need some one, Im the one you should call
I be there to pick you up if ever you should f
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