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Cause these hoes ain’t shit They good for open mix shit I put they mind on my dick Gotta put my ? ? ? , keep my hoes in check If I let them disrespect then they always gone disrespect Always have these hoes in line, never whine or dine Break them off nine, kick them in they fucking behind Its necessary to pimp, gotta mac on these hoes Don’t be paying for these hoes, put that bozack on these hoes The b.g. don’t give a mannie mutha fuck Bust a nut and I’m up I’m the type that fucking duck You see the push come to rub Rub come to shove, These hoes out for jingles so you can’t show no love Pimping ain’t easy but you do it cause you gotta Knock her and chia pop her, ignore her nigga drop her I know my dick got power, leave a pussy sour Pump it hour after hour, stank bitches gone shower I see bitches handeling niggas, hoe try to be hard Nigga don’t let them pull your card, if they down be saw I leave a pussy hole cheezy, greasy Once again nigga Pimpin’ ain’t easy (chorus)2x Pimpin’ ain’t easy, gotta keep these hoes from talking back Hoe I’m your daddy respect it or get batted Ain’t nothin’ but a g thang baby These stank ass hoes going crazy (baby) I’m so down but still hard on these stank hoes What the pimp of c.m.r do to them be so cold I’m still taxing these wanna be bitch niggas I sell the coke by the pound on these bitch niggas (b.g.) These hoes like mosquitoes, sucking dick and lickin nuts Ridin these ’96 blue trucks (baby) You want a pound of coke come with a hundred g’s Half of pound of coke, selling them for 50 g’s You can’t afford that find me on v.l street And we front you niggas right before the ? ? ? (b.g.) Whole keys, half keys for 10 5 Four in a half for 16 25 (baby) I’m straight fronting my coke nigga uptown No disrespect I don’t sell to niggas downtown Stick where I’m from thats where I be So I can see my muthafuckin money on the streets We’re the baddest bitches in this fucking city (b.g.) One short, one tall, and one a dog (baby) But see that dog bitch nigga she gone catch hell But she gone trick, suck dick and stack mail I beat a bitch like ike every chance I get I beat a nigga like joe beat mike at ? ? ? And I’m gone rep and stunt till I just can’t quit And I’m gone keep my diamonds to blind a bitch (b.g.) I wanna see all my homies get on they feet Ride camaros, sittin on momos Lexus with d’s and vos, pimpin ain’t easy but it less? ? ? (chorus) (mannie fresh) Cash money in the power, you bitches in the eddy bouwer A whole city of niggas that follow, the thangs I do, The way I walk, the way I talk, the shit I buy, the shit I bought See I gets more pussy than cotex, I sport rolex, Purchase with bad checks Just to get with me, sit with me Get a pit for me, bitch you ain’t shit to me Cause I done gave more dick that a calio got bricks She used to be your hoe but thats my bitch That hoe calls me realist, nigga you one of the realist Ding dong, daddys home, to the break of dawn, lets get it on So you can feel it, dick down your spine, I don’t mine Takin it off, breaking it off, shakin it off, doing it again Stickin it in, bringin a friend, cause these niggas be laggin About the bitches they pimpin straight braggin But if your dog was preganent and all you couldn’t be taggin The bitches I fuck, the bitches I duck, Ask that hoe next to you, that bitch know my truck Mannie fresh, a.k.a warning, warning city a big ballin ass pimp comin Through (chorus) (tallking till end)  More B. G. Song Lyrics
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