Jay-ZBig Pimpin'

Uh, uh uh uh It's big pimpin baby It's big pimpin, spendin G's Feel me uh-huh uhh, uh-huh Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em Cause I don't fuckin' need em Take em out the hood, keep em lookin' good But I don't fuckin' feed em First time they fuss I'm breezin' Talkin' bout, "What's the reasons?" I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch Better trust than believe em In the cut where I keep em 'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin' em up Let em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks want to put Jigga fist in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head, I'm a break bread So you can be livin' it up? Shit I Parts with nothin', y'all be frontin' Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin', never happen I'll be forever mackin' Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion I got no patience And I hate waitin' Hoe get yo' ass in And let's ride, check em out now Ride, yeah And let's ride check em out now Ride, yeah We doin, big pimpin, we spendin' cheese Check em out now Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s We doin big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B Yo yo yo big pimpin, spendin' cheese We doin' big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s We doin' big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B Nigga it's the big Southern rap impresario Comin' straight up out the black barrio Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe Then sit back and peep my scenario Oops, my bad, that's my scenario No I can't fuck a scary hoe Now every time, every place, everywhere we go Hoes start pointin', they say, "There he go!" Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me And you see us comin' down on yo' slab Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it But nigga if you hatin' I Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the track Timbaland let me spit my pro's on Pump it up in the pro-zone That's the track that we breakin' these hoes on Ain't the track that we flows on But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man Fo' real it don't get no bigger man Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the flip Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool We be big pimpin' spendin' cheese We be big pimpin' on B.L.A.D.'s We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B Cause we be big pimpin', spendin' cheese And we be big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s Cause we be big pimpin' in P.A.T. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga Uh smokin' out, throwin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Everybody want to ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me Uh now what y'all know bout them Texas boys Comin' down in candied toys, smokin' weed and talkin' noise We be big pimpin, spendin cheese We be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s We be big pimpin down in P.A.T. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B Cause we be big pimpin, spendin' cheese And we be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s Cause we be big pimpin in P.A.T. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga
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