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Max Julian
Max Julian
Songwriter
Darnell "Belo" Smith
Darnell "Belo" Smith
Songwriter
Dennis "AK" Round
Dennis "AK" Round
Songwriter
Dion "Deacon Gore" Smith
Dion "Deacon Gore" Smith
Songwriter
Nicole "Alyze" Robinson
Nicole "Alyze" Robinson
Songwriter
Leon "Dirty Soc" Fondren
Leon "Dirty Soc" Fondren
Songwriter
The Ascendo
The Ascendo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dion "Deacon Gore" Smith
Dion "Deacon Gore" Smith
Mastering Engineer
Leon "Dirty Soc" Fondren
Leon "Dirty Soc" Fondren
Producer
The Ascendo
The Ascendo
Producer
Brian "BlueLiveOne" Bolton
Brian "BlueLiveOne" Bolton
Recording Engineer
Thomas Dj Slugo Kendricks
Thomas Dj Slugo Kendricks
Producer

Letra

Come get some of this A, a, a We can roll a spliff A get away Out the way Sit back and take a sip Of this Dusse of the Rozay Grab and parlay Grab and parlay Grab and parlay Come get some of this A, a, a We can roll a spliff A get away Out the way I'm shitty shob While I'm in the Mo Bout to take you back to 96 pimpin shit Well here we go Belo got a drop top black Sitting in the back Three bad bitches You can peep it sitting shugs Three wheels Hitting them switches Fuck you thought We ain't got a tab Whole lot of money Sitting on the batch Spit good game If you want it on a plan This shit pimp shit Still gonna last Now where that girl at With that baddest body Her best friend Caramel Come and join the party Speed it up like a Maserati Yea We be on our way tho Gotta fly to Cancun Time to spend the pesos Yea We keep that player shit up You drinking Nestle or what We drink bottles not cups Come get some of this A, a, a We can roll a spliff A get away Out the way Sit back and take a sip Of this Dusse of the Rozay Grab and parlay Grab and parlay Grab and parlay Come get some of this A, a, a We can roll a spliff A get away Out the way We talk Nothing but balling We legendary with pimpin Faux furs Gotta look according When you Out here courting women I got A feeling that I'm bout to make a killing Norman Mailing Once upon a time I was Po I can author up a flow To get her Get her First get liquor Liquor Then you lick her Lick her Make sure the sitter Sitter Put her kids up Kids up Then put her out On the stroll She a go Get the dough She the pro Making easy money From Chicago All way to Memphis It ain't human trafficking We started out Po pimpin' This right here a legal business Escort to a politician How dare you get disrespectful Never call my bitches bitches Come get some of this A, a, a We can roll a spliff A get away Out the way Sit back and take a sip Of this Dusse of the Rozay Grab and parlay Grab and parlay Grab and parlay Come get some of this A, a, a We can roll a spliff A get away Out the way Picture me rolling in a 500 Benz Baby girl looking good with her hair in the wind Sipping on that Dusse Take it on the chin Imma try to find out How much imma spen Protocol Protocol We from the chi So you know we ball On my tires Be the armor all This is for some of y'all Shouldn't have to say it We done it all I fuck wit chu baby The long way Counting this money Ya just like an entree Imma outcast call me Andre Or Sensei Fueng shuy Dig me like shovels and caskets Most of you niggas molasses Louie V be the glasses That pretty money Ion stash it The first should be last The last should be first Alpha omega We knew from the birth Lemme show you how to Pi I'm too far You can't see I Watch a nigga with the third eye I keep it 100 That's a strong vibe See baby When we first met You told me you need direction I told you that um I wasn't looking for a girl or anything But um I probably could help you out Naw mean You know As long as you got my back I got cho back And we gon make that happen But um Since you insist Who better than me A player from Chicago You dig Come on Sit back While I kick a little game to you muhfuckas I be on my money bag I be with the pimp shit Niggas I ain't playing with chu muhfuckas Now that That shit out the way Time to kick it with the pretty hoes Thick chick With a body like Beyoncé Momma got a swag And her high heels I'm feeling those Let's take it to the bedroom Before we have sex Have a drink at the bar Want chu to feel good When I'm fucking you Once I bus a nut Afterwards, we depart Cause when you giving her dick And a chick fall in love That's when shit go all wrong But if a pimp keep it real And she start acting up You can tell her Gone get gone Otherwise Girl close the door Turn out the light Get on all fours Hit it all night Do it just right Knock the back out that muhfucka Hit that pussy real good Got her screaming my name Belo Knocked the tracks out that muhfucka What it be like P.O.P.I.M.P What it be like P.O.P.I.M.P Still Po Pimpin in this muhfucka Imma save church The game to be sold not told What it be like P.O.P.I.M.P What it be like P.O.P.I.M.P Still Po Pimpin in this muhfucka Imma save church The game to be sold not told Church on the move I spent 8 bucks on the purse and the shoes Whip game clutch and I'm working my groove I don't care much How I'm loved or I'm viewed true Plus I'm that dude Feeling like Martin got nothing to lose I am not one who got something to prove I got one mission and that's hunting for food Call me. M a xj Hoes at me Coming straight from cermak street Rep black and gold no taxi umm Popimp But I don't drive no Cadillac Call me Santa cause I gotta sack Ya bitch gone cause I gotta jack Chi town pay these country boys nothing boi I'm Bernie Mac I need some for cataract You know og wedding cake Something to make the conversation elevate She take her panties off No hesitate ugh I shoot like a AK when I'm be low Pussy cream Issa gyro I got her used to them zeros Po pimping now she see me as her one and only hero I'm a P.O.P.I.M.P What it be like P.O.P.I.M.P Still Po Pimpin in this muhfucka Imma save church The game to be sold not told What it be like P.O.P.I.M.P What it be like P.O.P.I.M.P Still Po Pimpin in this muhfucka Imma save church The game to be sold not told In the middle of the Chi Where we be at Cop another bottle in this bitch Then we relax She say she wanna chit chat Forget that Cause I got a couple racks Where my stash at You know you fucking with some real ones Got a bad bitch in Tucson Wit two guns Now what it do huh I don't have to prove Come on and cruise We pimp in every state No time to lose We paid our dues Three niggas in the back of the Lac Smoking on some gas Counting stacks Count it fast Check a bag Puff puff pull and pass Jump out the cadi to the Jag- uar She wanna fuck in these fast cars NASCAR And I didn't even have to ask her Let's pull to the side Lemme see that See that Just want you to be that One that at Bring it full circle Imma show you the world This G5 shit baby back We can maneuver No entourage I put my P down baby Let's get outta dodge Cause I know P.I.M.P.O.L.O.G.Y
Writer(s): Darnell Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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