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Pimp of the Century

AMG

Ballin' Outta Control

107

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Tekst piosenki
[AMG] With the mad funk.. [Chorus] AMG, on the go Back on the motherfuckin microphone It's the pimp of the century So bitch pour the Hennessey! [AMG] (Aowwww) I got a new bone to pick And hoes, I got a big bone to lick And niggas been ridin my dick, like an Amtrak Niggas thought I fell the fuck off, but the G's back The dog from around the way Uhh (L.A., Cal-i-for-ni-a) And baby I bust 'em in Hoodrats hoes can't even just ride the dick And niggas been houndin me I'll be out, they surroundin me But never is they clownin me And this ain't "Bangin on Wax" But let me get straight to the facts I ain't no blood or crip But I got a Glock 23 with a couple of clips And gold diggin hoes get the 22 (Buzzin) buzzin and you bug my crew [Chorus 2X] [AMG] (Aowwww) I used to drink Olde E, now I sip Moet Hangin with the jet set And the hoes know my records sell (records sell) So they all eat a dick up well From state to state, they can't wait For me to rock a show, then I'ma knock your hoe Countin dates in my gated estate (Ya fool) I got your girl naked in the pool (Aowwww, hittin that indo) What? (She just called her friends so) So we can have a big Three's Company Two big booties in front of me Put my rubber on, before we get to humpin Hit it from the back, like she stole somethin Bust a big nut, then I'm snorin Cause when the hoes get to talkin, they borin And it's a shame, niggas fallin for the okeydoke The whip appeal is a joke And like I said, I'll be your personal 304 When I'm done, hit the do' [Chorus 2X] [AMG] (Aowwww) I'm just a player on the run, havin fun In the California sun, hit me one And the leather and wood, I got my boys in the hood And they ain't slippin while they grip trippin Bumpin hoes and, baby if you're fly you're gettin chosen I scoop a freak like you're frozen And I like 'em when they got a little game No drama, just a fly little hot momma Ready and willin, big booty for the killin (What what?) But don't be catchin no feelings Cause a hoe is still a hoe, and I can't be witcha If 20 niggas done hit ya, bitch I got the 4-1-1, on your hoochie cootchie Just a groupie, thinkin you can soup me But you gotta be more than a trick tramp big booty hoe To fade this nigga though [Chorus 4X]
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