JT Money

JT Money - Something 'bout Pimpin' lyrics

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JT Money:
 I got a problem with this punk ass bitch I know
 Ol' no good skanlezz switch out ho
 An untrustworthy bitch like delilah
 Only thing she good for is puttin' dick inside her  mother fuckin' face
 Bitch got some good neck
 But the little trick need to learn some respect
 She made me beat her ass.
 Take a nigga out this game.
 See I don't beat my hoes cause all my hoes is payin'
 But this one act like she don't understand
 You is the bitch, me, I'm the man
 Remember dat shit, then learn to submit
 And that when you stop gettin' your funky ass kicked little hard headed
 trick
 See a nigga know about ya
 And I know a dollar bill 'll bring tha ho outcha
 Then you got the nerve to claim you better than the rest of my hoes
 When you ain't even in the rankin' of the best of my hoes

 Chorus: Somethin' about pimpin'
 That makes me love this game
 Somethin' about pimpin'
 The hoes be off the chain
 Somethin' about pimpin'
 I just don't wanna stop
 Somethin' about pimpin'
 Cause this players gotta keep a fat knock

 Too Short:

 I'm like JD Walker
 Pimp hat to tha right smooth talker
 Bitches workin' all night like a stalker
 Gettin' every last nickel dime and quarter
 Pimpin' ain't hardly nuthin' new to me
 Used to be a little kid watchin' movies
 I knew what I wanted in life, about nine or ten hoes
 I ain't want no wife
 I used to walk real cool like my leg was broke
 And I still do, now I get paid from hoes, Beeitch
 Cuz this East side nigga don't care
 Since I was nine years old I been a player
 And now I got a lot 'o women
 It's never endin'
 It's just somethin' 'bout this pimpin'
 Chorus

 JT Money:

 Now, one time for you H-Os
 You wanna try a real player bout his pesos
 Hey hoes, I know you in this game tryin' to come up, pick a come up
 Got these niggas got they nut up for some cut ups
 So wut up all I wanna do is get this money witcha
 I'm dead serious, I ain't tryin' to be funny witcha
 I teach tha game but It ain't for free
 When I see you with some change you just bring it to me
 See you can come up in this game
 And you can get hurt ho
 When you in public just remember who you work for
 Cause all them tight ? cats gonna come try to holla
 So called ballers, flashin' they dollars
 Hatin' J baby, you just play it crazy
 Let him spend his loot on them boobs
 So you can pay
 All I want is the bread
 He want the pussy and head
 Don't be misled just remember everything I said
 Beotch

 Chorus Until End
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Copyrights:

Author: Jeffrey Thompkins, Kevin "She'kspere" Briggs, Norman Durham, Todd Shaw

Composer: ?

Publisher: Priority Records

Details:

Released in: 1999

Language: English

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