I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P (now shorty) Now, shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana She feed them foolish fantasies They pay her, 'cause they want her I spit a little G, man, and my game got her A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her I got the bitch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga tryna holla 'cause I want some head I'm that nigga tryna holla 'cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid! Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P.I.M.P I don't know what you heard about me (woo!) But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P.I.M.P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P.I.M.P Come get money with me, if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P.I.M.P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a P.I.M.P Girl, we could pop some Champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone I'm the one you should call I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall If you got problems I can solve 'em, they big or they small That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a ho 'til I got a bitch confused She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes I'm shoppin' for chinchillas in the summer, they cheaper Man, this ho, you can have her When I'm done I ain't gon' keep her Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know This ain't a secret, you ain't gotta keep it on the low Bitch, choose on me, I'll have you strippin' in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Niki my bottom bitch She always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your ho out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch 'Cause I need four TV's and AMG's for the six Ho make a pimp rich, I ain't payin', bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick I don't know what you heard about me (yeah) But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (woo!) No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see (uh-huh) That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P I don't know what you heard about me (uh-huh) But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (yeah) No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P Yeah, in Hollywood they say, there's no b'ness like show b'ness In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness, you know? They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster I ain't gotta slow down for you to catch up, bitch! Hahaha, yeah
Essas histórias de perseguição de tudo na vida eu tô sendo muito perseguido Mas a vida é tão cruel a vida é cruel demais eu peço tanto para Deus tanto para ver se para essa perseguição tudo mas tá difícil para mim porque eu tento fazer os esforço tento tento tento mas não consigo eu tento eu peço para Deus Deus me protege do perigo mas essas perseguição que tá acontecendo comigo eu não perdoo dá vontade de ir embora
Луна из-за угла . Луна торчит из-за угла, вися светящейся монетой. Под игом пледа-волокна, в плену у горькой сигареты. В окне потёмки, грузный фон, на блюдце дробь костяшек вишни. С паденьем звёзд встречаю сон. Кофейной горечью пресыщен. Вокруг угрюмый, топкий вид. Графит внизу, пред мной и выше. Давно не стрижен и не брит портрет лица, который дышит. В живот влетел густой снаряд, оставив порох в тёплой кружке. Унынье - ад, обиды - яд. Забыт знакомыми, подружкой. Пространный мозг, вращая кровь, в прохладе ищет тему, рифмы. Вновь спазмы мучают мне бровь, и нервный тик век ощутимый. Я в высоте, над грязью хат, над миром бренным, нечестивым, и вдоволь воли, дам, зарплат, но не дано мне быть счастливым...
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