Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here’s some f#cking pimp sh#t for your #ss
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do you believe in magic?
I think I’m ready to get my pimp on
Slide up on a bad b#tch, this b#tch look good
Got her hair and her nails done, looking lavish
Shit, I’ma act a fool
This b#tch don’t know me, Eastside, East City Playas
b#tches gettin’ served when they ratchets
[‘Cause] This dick’s like magic [What?
m#th*rf#ck*rs don’t like me
She got a n#gg# so icy
So I got a line full of n#gg#s wanna shoot up a fight
Wanna me for big bonin’
On the
Got the Backwoods sh#t
Hella hoеs over here, what thе f#ck you thought?
[Way she rather sit, that #ss so big it’s like a magic trick
Way she rather sit, that #ss so big it’s like a magic trick
Yeah, hella hoes over here, what the f#ck you thought?
[Way she rather sit, that #ss so big it’s like a magic trick
Way she rather sit, that #ss so big it’s like a magic trick]
I think I’m ready get to get my pimp on
Slide up to my dope pal
Dope fiends in the living room wanna get a taste
I’ma act a clown, these n#gg#s don’t know me
Put my pimpin’ on a scale of one to ten, eleven be my average
[‘Cause] This dope like magic [What?
m#th*rf#ck*rs don’t like me
I bet they only wanna fight me
And it’s prolly because I got yo’ b#tch
Way she rather sit, that #ss so big it’s like a magic trick
Couple of the blunts to the and if she down to flip
I fix that #ss and I lift that #ss
What the f#ck you thought?
[Way she rather sit, that #ss so big it’s like a magic trick
Way she rather sit, that #ss so big it’s like a magic trick
Yeah, hella hoes over here, what the f#ck you thought?
[Way she rather sit, that #ss so big it’s like a magic trick
Way she rather sit, that #ss so big it’s like a magic trick
Way she rather sit, that #ss so big it’s like a magic trick
Way she rather sit, that #ss so big it’s like a magic trick
Way she rather sit, that #ss so big it’s like a magic trick
Way she rather sit, that #ss so big it’s like a magic trick]
I think I’m ready get to get my pimp on
Lay no old racks over here
Blow stacks over here
Get back over here
Yeah, I’m still
I’m lookin’ through the peephole
Pimpin’ everywhere, these haters
Got hundred GATs
I got ninety nine problems but my dick ain’t one
What the f#ck you thought?
You ain’t crazy b#tch
Get your motherf#ckin’ pimp on player, yeah
That’s right, Psyde
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