Letra

(Yea, yea) (Let me kick some cool P shit) (For the ladies one time) (I gotta keep it smooth) (Forreal, forreal) (Uh, uh, uh) (Uh, uh, uh) P.I.M.P. Pimpin' hoes no Pimp C L.O.V.E. Need somebody who gone love on me R.I.D.E. Ride on my face till I can't breathe K.N.E.E. Go down, get on your knees (yea) Being a pimp ain't easy (easy) I put the ease in teasing (teasing) You want me to cuff, give me a reason Lay on my chest, feel my heart beating Keep her satisfied through the weekend Make you lose your mind like SZA Wanna make this last longer, just take a picture Baby, I miss ya (miss ya) Tiger stripes on the side of her booty, I'm calling her Tigger I'm liking her figure Shawty I wanna be with ya I'm scrolling down her page on Instagram Looked in the bio, saw OnlyFans Saw subscribe, now I'm looking at plans Baby just earned a number one fan Slide in her DM's cause I can (cause I can) I know she fucking with a real nigga, she know the brand But all that I ask is you understand Might can't give you everything, but I can give you my love Tryna settle down but I can't rush Gotta make sure it's real, not lust It's only us (only us) Cruising down the E-Way, with some blunts we catching a vibe Grab my hand, put it in place Touch that cat while I drive Her pussy water, it ain't dry I'm proud of you, give me high five Buy you some Prada boots and Chanel five Cause I be pimpin', baby I can't lie P.I.M.P. Pimpin' hoes no Pimp C L.O.V.E. Need somebody who gone love on me R.I.D.E. Ride on my face till I can't breathe K.N.E.E. Go down, get on your knees (yea) Being a pimp ain't easy (easy) I put the ease in teasing (teasing) You want me to cuff, give me a reason Lay on my chest, feel my heart beating Keep her satisfied through the weekend Make you lose your mind like SZA Wanna make this last longer, just take a picture Baby, I miss ya (I miss ya) (Yea, yea baby I miss ya) (Let's go) (P.I.M.P., P.I.M.P.) (P.I.M.P., P) (Fasho) (Huh) (Yea, I put the P in pimp) (I'm the real one and your girl asked me can she hold some) (Mr. bring the city out, yea) (Can't do it like me)
Writer(s): Ralph Russell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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