Pimping AINT Easy
Pimping AINT Easy
You Gotta Get It One Way Or Another Even If It’s Taking Children From There Mother’s, Cant Be No Sucker, It’s All About The Hustle, Stay On Her Ass Cause You Barely Trust Her,
Put Her on The Strip To Make Your Chips, Different Dips She Topping Off At All Times Of Morning And Nice, She Feels Bad About Herself So She Cries At Night,
But You Don’t Give A Fuck, All You Wanna Do Is Fuck,
Naa Pimping AINT Easy
She Comes In With The Bag But it’s Not What You Expected, So You Slap Her Too The Ground To Let Her Know You Check Shit,
Pimping AINT Easy But Somebody Gotta Do It, Her Dress Shorter Than Anything, So You Can See Everything,
She Had To Learn To Get The Money First Cause Niggas Would Fuck Her First Then Disburse, Now She Gets Her Money First In Hand Then Slowly Pulls Down His Pants, All In The Room Doing Her Do, This Pimping Shit AINT Easy This Pimping Shit The Truth
~Gotti
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