Текст песни JT Money - Something bout Pimpin
JT Money - Something bout Pimpin слова песни
Jt money:I got a problem with this punk ass bitch I knowOl no good skanlezz switch out hoAn untrustworthy bitch like delilahOnly thing she good for is puttin dick inside her, mother fuckin faceBitch got some good neckBut the little trick need to learn some respectShe made me beat her ass.Take a nigga out this game.See I dont beat my hoes cause all my hoes is payinBut this one act like she dont understandYou is the bitch, me, Im the manRemember dat shit, then learn to submitAnd that when you stop gettin your funky ass kicked little hard headedTrickSee a nigga know about yaAnd I know a dollar bill ll bring tha ho outchaThen you got the nerve to claim you better than the rest of my hoesWhen you aint even in the rankin of the best of my hoesChorus: somethin about pimpinThat makes me love this gameSomethin about pimpinThe hoes be off the chainSomethin about pimpinI just dont wanna stopSomethin about pimpinCause this players gotta keep a fat knockToo short:Im like jd walkerPimp hat to tha right smooth talkerBitches workin all night like a stalkerGettin every last nickel dime and quarterPimpin aint hardly nuthin new to meUsed to be a little kid watchin moviesI knew what I wanted in life, about nine or ten hoesI aint want no wifeI used to walk real cool like my leg was brokeAnd I still do, now I get paid from hoes, beeitchCuz this east side nigga dont careSince I was nine years old I been a playerAnd now I got a lot o womenIts never endinIts just somethin bout this pimpinChorusJt money:Now, one time for you h-osYou wanna try a real player bout his pesosHey hoes, I know you in this game tryin to come up, pick a come upGot these niggas got they nut up for some cut upsSo wut up all I wanna do is get this money witchaIm dead serious, I aint tryin to be funny witchaI teach tha game but it aint for freeWhen I see you with some change you just bring it to meSee you can come up in this gameAnd you can get hurt hoWhen you in public just remember who you work forCause all them tight ? cats gonna come try to hollaSo called ballers, flashin they dollarsHatin j baby, you just play it crazyLet him spend his loot on them boobsSo you can payAll I want is the breadHe want the pussy and headDont be misled just remember everything I saidBeotchChorus until end