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Utwór: Image of pimp

  • wykonawca: Baby Bash
  • wyświetleń: 810


     (Yeah, Yeah, Uhh)
  It's such a filthy game
  Such a dirty game
  The game don't eva change
  My image is everything
  
  [Chorus: translated to English]
  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
  
  [Baby Bash]
  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, yall squares betta back up off me
  Cuz 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 cuz da game is priceless
  Money and mackin' is nuttin nice (b*tch)
  Im out in Ohio man I missed my trial
  Feds after me cuz I serve this D
  Got blessed as Golden child
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Oral Bee]
  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]
  
  [Third verse]
  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
  Cuz me and Beesh see we blowin' big
  Cant help us now cuz we on it
  Ohh look we slammin' da bom on it
  Dont 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]
  
  [Baby Bash]
  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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