Atmosphere - The Skinny lyrics

This is for all those tricks and hos

From the five-star rooms down to skid row

Whether you answer phones or dance on poles

Big money escort or broke on a strole

He don't care about your stats or background

He ain't picky once he puts his mac down

Make you suck it all the way to the ass now

Cause all of y'all heiffers are cash cows

And at first it was just a little game

Had no idea that he was fucking with your brains

When he was around you seemed mature

He helped you calm down and feel secure (sure)

He'd go get them when they still just kids

Give them some gifts, get on they lips

Before they even get a chance to get hips

Candy pimp turned it down to a trick real quick

[Chorus x2]

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Going pay all day

But won't ever get away

From skinny white pimp

I know it feel like you can't live without him

And you're still too embarrassed to tell your parents about him

It's kinda crazy how he's on your mouth

Every time you need a little bit of "help you out"

Ain't no kitten gonna play that sharp

Shake you down, make his mark

Take you down, break your heart

And don't give a damn for anything that came apart

Some try anything to leave him

Seen some even put themselves in treatment

Some get away but still gotta keep looking over they shoulder forever

That ain't freedom

Take his tax makes you love it

Same old trap, but ain't you above it?

He'll beat your ass in public

Now suck that skinny white pimp dick, suck it

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First thing you wake up to: your pimp

Don't forget to pay up to: your pimp

Get that money, give it here

He'll keep a bitch in that stable for 50 years

He ain't scared of the law or the cops

Got them paid off, some kind of trade off

Gonna stay in the pocket

As long as the money stays long and the hands stay strong

It's like you don't know a kid

He's right there in your clothes and hair

You never gonna let him in your home

I can smell his breath on this microphone

Your lips taste like his dick

I can always tell when he's been in your whip

You just one of a million, trick

Now take your ass outside and go talk to your pimp

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Hey baby I need to change

On top of that I need to keep the change

Mother fuckers put a filter on my brain

All the cigarettes of the world get together and sing...

[Chorus x2]