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When a pimp get up in the morning, he put one foot on the street
One foot in your ass, one hand on the wheel the other hand on cash

A pimp go pimp with his eyes closed, hands tied behind his back, mouth shut, underwater, wearing cement shoes with no sucker repellent or a map
Like, what?
I ain't gonna hold back the pickles, lettuce, and the ketchup
Bitch, we don't waste time, we make time
Head to the floor, get dressed up

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Today's the damn day you perpetrators quit playing
Pick your jury now, nigga, if I ever hold back that bullshit you saying
Sugar free, looking out the big window, in Pomona, down at the Hallstraw
Hmm
Pimp until the break of day

Go to sleep and wake up again and still be feeling that way
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We told y'all a million times to quit being cock hounds, because if you choose a pimp, you're gonna get mad and wanna let the whole block down

So get out my face
Nigga, don't get mad, because I hit and pitch and can play first, second, and third base
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The big pimp, the gray one, in the sky, says what's up?
Like, what? what, what, what
Love don't mix with this pimpin', because then she gonna end up loving me too much and get slow

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No matter who you is, always remember that there's somebody out there that love your ass, man
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From the walk to the talk, I'm flyin' like a hawk
Run my pimp record and watch her come back to y'all
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Don't know woman, won't know man
She can have total control, love, and talk to any kind of way
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Get your cash
Boy, don't touch my component
Said, these is my records

I'll kick your ass
Where audre at?
I don't know, probably down there again, suckin' dick behind a laundromat
Wider than the Grand Canyon, deep as Niagara Falls
Tall as Big Bear, and we get there on shiny white walls
When I walk with snow, cause I know what I'm in this game for

Pimp hard, pimp hard, pimp hard, ain't no thing, though
I thought I asked you to get your ass to work
You said I wasn't, well, why you didn't do it?
You better dance around this, cause if you don't, she will
And on, and on, and on, we cop and blow, cause we real
Two thousand dollar shoes, million dollar walk

Million dollar talk, million dollar smile
On a million dollar block, sugar free
The Godfather, Phil Moe, Gangsta Brown
Lee Mack, Pippa King, Good Game, Juju, and White Fox
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I bet I hit the news with this

Sendin' her to you before you hit the news
With sendin' her back to me, like what?
I'm just a speck of pepper livin' in a land of salt, like what?
How can you stay sucker-free when you livin' in a world of lollipops, like what?
I'm number one, cause I know the shade of a itty-bitty toothpick beats the ballin' hot sun
See, she wants to fall

And I thought you had sense enough to realize your shit yourself, but I see that you don't
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I'm supposed to live some square life with a square wife, drive a square car, live in a square house, live in a square house
Shit, nigga, please, I run a full-court press on that hoe
Pimp hard till I can't no more and never see her no more

Cause she's cool, what? cause when a hoe see a pimp, she be like, ooh
And in some cases, she might not know we're being fast to take her
Now she flying all over the world and I'm constantly breaking her
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Hey, Roman Lee Mack, how many times a hoe woke up in the morning saying she's going to the store?

Daddy, I'll be back
Cop and blow, cop and lock
They go, aim off, flat risky
And y'all see me on the whole store and see I mean it
I see being out of pocket to you is testy and fun, but I'm sugar-free
Bitch, you don't make me none

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Two more letters in the alphabet is my favorite that's you and i baby sugar free pimp it's nothing
To a boss bitch, like what?
I mean i mean this shit so much man down to my feet to my kneecaps
To my waist to the to the top of my motherfucking elbows
To the top of my motherfucking head

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Language is just so saucy you know what i'm talking about hitting y'all motherfuckers
Because y'all cant fuck with us or me. like what?
Man i've been walking like this from a top wearing
Emery boys out on my nails right there on the spot like what you know god made pimp so i hope
And have a man it's a billion dollar a year business because y'all don't understand like what

Thanks if i chuck on a chicken bone and die you and your whole family up creek that go for
Y'all that thing pimps is weak like what tony chubb told y'all a long time ago flipped
That money and found me walking on water and didn't get wet and i ain't too far gone to see
That shit yeah like what yeah
I'm a one-man band i flew away from the nest and i can handle this like what?

Ramona meets compton in a real way ain't nothing uh 35 miles from here to here you know what
I'm saying there ain't nothing separating us but gasoline and highway for real really though like
I don't need you i need me i need laneway i need chubb way i need deadway i need sugar

Freeway you know what i'm saying clueway and all that compton from all this
Y'all niggas like what now fuck with us in a real way