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Just 'cause I pimp, I didn't want my son to pimp
'Cause it didn't necessarily mean he was gon' make it like me
Didn't want my daughter to be a hoe 'cause she might not been able to make it
(Oh, she would've made it alright)
Well, we'd have to give her some direction
You know I ain't mad at her
Don't let this glamor, these perls and these diamonds and these tailor-made suits
And gaitors and fame I got here
(Hey, hit up some of the old heads)
Don't let 'em, don't let her fool you, man
(Didn't come with all of this) (Cookin Soul)
Fuck, what you nigga talkin' about you gotta pay? (Shit)
Rap don't work push based like the '80s (what?)
She cookin', she cleanin', her head is amazing (shit)
Cookies and the Wood got me lookin' like a Asian
Four thick queens got me beatin' up the pavement (goddamn)
When this come on, the real P's go crazy (ay)
Give the ho my number, never hit her, I'm shady (shit)
My life's down mainly, you broke hoes lazy?
Meet me outta Houston, my life's so therapeutic (uh)
You got a book while shootin', these young nigga's stupid (yeah)
Living like a Jewish, spend it then recoup it (uh)
To make the money triple, you gotta stay consistent (yeah)
Quit worrying 'bout these bitches, these bitches opportunists
All women not bitches? Your homie might not be loyal
Catch me slidin' through the city, it'll never be the same (yeah)
One hand on my .40 (shit), the other hand on the game, damn
Hey, whatchu sayin' 'bout a train?
'Cause my pimpin' is on the loose
Gettin' off the engine, all a hoe got to do is be the motherfucking caboose
Young blood? Believe that, you know what I'm saying?
Yeah, you know, I'm always in motion just like the ocean
All the bitch's gotta do is come on and drink some of my pimp love potion
Yeah, it's a whole lotta outta pocket shit goin' on
Hoes with other hoes, you know
Hoe ain't big enough to get no man, but she got to go through us
You know, that's really fair
Know the youngin understand female with pussy hair to be with us