PIMPSTRESS - Who Am I lyrics

rate me

[Pimpstress]

Cuz I'm the, Pimpstress, the baddest bitch

Clothes always baggy for the stitch and the itch

Thirty-five oh no, steady hittin' licks

Dreams to be rich, and be on top of the list

Brown eyes and bow legs, steady turnin' heads

Fuck all the cappin' cuz yo I'm all about my bread

Corsege lens, put that down on the Benz

Rags to riches and get more grip from my pen

S.P.M. Put it down, and left it to me

I got that chrome M.V.P., hustlin' loyal dope fiends

Rollin' deep, gettin' crunk, smokin' blunts with codeine

Sacked the cream, triple beam, platinum records just gleam

Poppas, don't wet on your own carpets

Hollow tips, I'm on that, puttin' snitches in check

Drop gold diggers, floss chrome triggers

Dopehouse my crew, at six figures

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Who am I? Pimpstress for life

Dopehouse is the family, so I gotta stay tight

Wreckin' shows in girbauds, slammin' through the side doors

I'm the coldest Latina, in them baggy ass clothes

Squeeze lip, pop trunk and recline

Woodstrip, candy paint, I owe it all to my rhyme

I'm the coldest female rapper in this industry

From A-Town to H-Town I put it down for the three

[Pimpstress]

The dopest bitch in the clique, snappin' them necks

Cashin' them checks, what it takes to get wet

That's on the real baby, sometimes hoe be actin' shady

Disrespectin' a pimp, get a chip, from my three eighty

They want beef pimp, then voy a lo piscina

Big tits I'll flip, I got'cha chocolate Latina

Creamy thighs so lovely, ballas wanna touch me

Maybe cuz I'm down to pimp, they wanna fuck me

Ice on my rings, S.P.M. it's a shame

So many killas on my team, you'd think we're a gang

From Austin to Cali, New York to the valley

Babies screamin' for the pimp because they know this bitch is bout it

Mob affiliated, to run with my killas, drug dealers

Those muthafuckas who be down for the scrilla

Pimpstress is what they call me, female roll call

Knockin' pictures off the wall, Dopehouse is standin' tall

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[Pimpstress]

Last but not least, I'm the freestylin' beast

My pimp goes on sheets, I pimp my pen like most freaks

All them G's that be saggin', this a high dive act

Went out with the pimp, I got you comin' so fast

Crystal barros, and bezzle champagne

S.P.M. put it down, check the emblem on my chain

Kiss the pinky ring, get up off your knees

Dopehouse is family, Austin, Texas where I be

Southwest from the 3, I kick it down from where I see

Then you G's you got beef, que pasa?

Bounce is dead, and let it be known

On this microphone, I stand alone

Automatic chrome, underneath my throne

Don't make me reach for my heat, or bad heat will meet you home

Miss Pimpstress, dismiss your existence

Have you callin' me from Hell, long distance

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