Project Pat - This Pimp lyrics

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Talking...

[Project Pat]

Hoe I know you got this loot

fuck around make me shoot

up I'm like I'm a rocket

yea I knock it when I hit them boots

make that pussy wetter then

running like a faucet tap

though we get ya stupid then

yo face is gonna get a slap

thorough breds are on the map

pimps are riding checky tramps

prostituting straight up looting table dances in ya lap

keep a cough drop in ya cap

like the way that booty flap

nine hundred every night so you know that pussy snap

take me off the weight of fame

Im'a let you run ya game

but if it don't profit us that'll bring a pimp to shame

swang a fist bout a her eye

kiss my dick never good-bye

fuck around and break ya leg hoe if ya tell a lie

biggest booty in the club-ah

I'm the dad you the mother

out here corning like no other

you's a freaky muthafucka

what they used to say to ya

hooker now they paying ya

me & you done falled off broke yea thats what they praying for

Chorus (2x):

You don't never wanna try (This Pimp this pimp)

I'll bust ya head you tell a lie (Don't trip don't trip)

Im'a look you in ya eye (And take grip and take grip)

You get wrong you recieve (A fat lip a fat lip)

[Verse 2]

I'm bout to whip on this maggot means nothing bitch

got a cute little face and a tight little switch

getting rich off the chick'ill never happen in a milli-ion

tired just from now cuz she a civilian

not a soldier to this army'ill make ya change

come up shorter and your face Im'a re-arrange

you was looking strange but your pockets looking stranger

I was bumpin me some ruffin in the changer

swollen eyes busted lips but you know I'm loving you

in the club shakin hips everyday I'm cussing you

bitch I'm never trusting you thats because I'm smart hoe

other niggas give ya cheese they ain't got no heart though

hoe I'm gonna start yo ass with empty purse

break you like a cash register then put in hearse

conscience to the grave and I hope that you can see

that I must get paid if you wants to fuck with me

Chorus (2x)

[Verse 3]

Peter pipper beat the bitch

sweeped her in the conflict

through the town spit his game

introduced her to a trick

make-up hoe like a queen

cooking cakes candy rings

feeling up her pussy hole

rub her for the dingalings

but the hoe didn't meet her quarter

so I walked out in an order

break away from getting slapped start running for the border

known to whip you out your draws

bitch done went & told them laws

got domestic violent charge in the morning out them bars

duck niggas hate this shit

catch'em going quack quack

try snitching to a bitch trying to hold the mack back

but it ain't gone happen cuz the playas out here rapping

to these hoes laying down the law while I get the cap'n

head cracking in a brick wall

got me in a midst brawl

showing out infront of folk

that'll make me kill ya'll

muthafuckin ass beat ya down like ya stole something

turn right around hey hoe let me hold something

You don't never wanna try (this pimp this pimp this pimp)