歌詞

Hey mama When you gone start paying Pimp daddy I can be your reality I see you got that wet tight energy Ladies pull out their breast and they go live While I sign em and drink Colt 45 Make her sang to this thang like a microphone Stick it in her pussy and I fuck her all night long Ain't too many bitches that can handle me Pimp daddy I can be your reality Imma tell you how I want it Fire up the kush and get blunted Feel good don't it? Gentleman call you madam (Call you madam) Fuck you in my Stacy Adams I'm just being honest Dick long, hard as steel Fuck you in my '83 Coupe Deville Gang the skank, keep my money top ranked She can keep her little two cents in the bank I like what I see A boss like me need an employee She between the sheets getting paid lowkey Make a trick where a rubber, but no not me On the count of three, tricks pay for the hunnid Bad bitches bring real pimps money Bad bitches hate a pimp cause he ain't no trick Pimp suit, gator boots with a big 'ol dick uhh Pimp daddy I can be your reality I see you got that wet tight energy Ladies pull out their breast and they go live While I sign em and drink Colt 45 Not too many bitches that can handle me Give a pimp that wet tight energy Not too many bitches that can handle me Give a pimp that wet tight energy Got that wet tight energy (Wet tight energy) That wet tight energy (Wet tight energy) Got that wet tight energy (Wet tight energy) That wet tight energy (Wet tight energy) Imma tell you how I want it 1, 2, 3 get blunted Imma real pimp Them tricks are phony what you want? Steak or bologna? I'm just being honest women find my dick tasty Cumming real hard in they mouth from the race play First class fly way Rolls Royce because I got high way Every night we do it my way On the count of three, trick pay for the hunnid Bad bitches bring real pimps money Bad bitches hate a pimp cause he ain't no trick Pimp suit, gator boots with a big 'ol dick ayye Pimp daddy I can be your reality I see you got that wet tight energy Ladies pull out their breast and they go live While I sign em and drink Colt 45 Not too many bitches that can handle me Give a pimp that wet tight energy Not too many bitches that can handle me Give a pimp that wet tight energy Got that wet tight energy (Wet tight energy) That wet tight energy (Wet tight energy) Got that wet tight energy (Wet tight energy) That wet tight energy (Wet tight energy) (Got that wet tight) Ohh (Got that wet tight) (Got that wet tight, wet tight, wet tight) (Got that wet tight) (Got that wet tight) (This is that wet tight) (Wet tight, wet tight, wet tight baby) (Ohh yeah) (Camel toe babe) (Oh bae, baby) (Do-do-do-do-do-do baby) (Wet tight baby) (Wet tight energy) (I need that wet tight energy girl yeah) (Oh baby) (Lemon pound cake)
Writer(s): Joseph Foreman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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