L.T., Uh, The nerve of this bitch

A bitch made purpose is to service a mac
In a skirt till her feet hurt workin trap
No breaks, ho break mine or she don't sleep
Pussy just a piece of meat another means to eat
Bitches playin like the wayin so I stay in the game
Pimpin hard on these niggaz cuz they playin is lame
How i'm came at a ho is all a bitch gone know
What I won't, what I don't and where to put my dough
Back-talk get you slapped broad stay in yo place
I might get the hanger then make you lay on yo face
Trick guerilla for my scrilla ho you got to know
Chronic weed smoke the only thing I cop to blow
Gangsta-playa paper-chasin break a bitch like young
No tongue get em sprung from the game I run
One in a million with this pimpin Suga Free no cut
Now come up from promote and tell these hoes what's up

Ho must've said Suga Free go wash yo hands I said bitch
I'm Suga Free I wash my hands befo I touch my dick
Bitch I'm ceasin, meanin
I'm 900-99 thousand, 900-99 dollars, 99 cents away from breathin
Now if she tell that her pussy ain't sellin she lyin
(Man that bitch is connin you)
And it she say baby let's go get this paper
don't playa-hater hater she tryin be all the ho that you can be
Oh no I ain't gone playa hate you cuzz you dressed like you a freak
Goin "Now I lay me down to sleep"
With that pimp stick hangin french-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident pussy sells,
you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells
Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells
But you gone get plenty mo cuz pimpin neva fells
Ooohh venom, cross my heart hope to die stick a needle in my eye
If you didn't have Suga Free you'd have to invent him
(Got, Someby, Like a Mua Fucka)

Me and my niggaz is hard as hell
Pimp slap a bitch for some clientele
Bitch get me a room at a plush hotel
To hit this trick for this lick and go get my mail
If you ever get caught, cracked and thrown in jail
You know a nigga comin throw with that bail
I put you on a track like that for real
And you know and I know that pussy will sell

Oohh She got the bomb, My bitch got some bomb ass pussy
Oohh She got the bomb, You want the honey nigga I want the money

Where ever I go it's all the same
Do the pussy have a name yeah but it might change (da, da)
Dependin on the weather or the mood that that day
If the cat got macked then that fool gone pay
Now lay lay yo head on back
You down with the dogg then work that trap
And don't come back till you get that scratch, and bring it all to me
I put the P-I-M-P-O ology, bitch threw a dolla at me me
I threw it back now she followin me (ha, ha, ha, ha)
I put this P-I down 7 days a week 24 hours

You say you broke ho, look here miss me
It be all tipes of niggaz that be payin for ma-dussy (bitch)
There go the cona girl, now post up
If you come back with no chips, yo gets slapped up
I might hit you with the pimp stick
And bitch think twice befo askin fo deez-nick
And the last time you had some money
Is when you stole it from yo momma,
bitch that shit ain't funny (shit ain't funny)
But a pimp like me got payed (got payed)
And a hoe like you got played (got played)
Now listen to the sound of the bells ring
Baby it's cash goin on like ching ching
Get up, get out, and get some
You see what i'm doin, bustin on tracks to keep you fuckin
Let you tell it i'm out here pimpin for free
That ain't yo Goldie I got too much hog in me
I dogg hoes like Snoop (like Snoop)
Throw some lotion on yo feet befo you jump up in my coup (beeitch)

Pimpin ain't easy but it's a whole lotta fun
Tray 5,7,6,5,4,2,1
Get dought in the snow in Idahoe
I gotta lie to ho, and a wida hoe
One things for show if all fails
They go get my mail cuzz pussy sells

Oohh She got the bomb, My bitch got some bomb ass pussy
Oohh She got the bomb, You want the honey nigga I want the money
Oohh She got the bomb, Yeah my bitch got some bomb ass pussy
Oohh She got the bomb, Nigga you want the honey fool I want the money

Yeah Tray 5,7,6,5,4,2,1 Nigga
Pimp on, In a real way

Writer : BROADUS, CALVIN/DAVIS, TRACY LA MARR
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing