Triple 6 Mafia

Triple 6 Mafia - Pimpin And Robbin lyrics

Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..

Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks...Bitch

Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..Bitch

Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks..Bitch

Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..

Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks...Bitch

Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..Bitch

Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks..Bitch

Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..

Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks...Bitch

Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..Bitch

Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks..Bitch

Pimps them sluts, break them hoes, ride clean, smoke your dope

Dipped in gold, on the vogues, everything steady, I'm chargin hoes.

Bonin, conin, playas only, catch this game that I spit

Playa Hatin Niggaz we smoke, me pretty boy smile don't joke.

We scope my 44 under the crush, don't you bite the dust

F**kin with us ni**as, Leave your name on your block up bitch

But I don't get into that gangsta sh*t, I relax like a pimp and mack

Hit them trizacks jumpin (in comes me, fiends coming)

The skinny ni**a in the house, breakin bitches down

When I drive in the Bonneville, smokin on a match

We chokin, talkin, loc'in, talk crazy to my bitch

I'm walkin with a limp, with my cane, spittin that game, makin stangs

Give Me Some "Mane, I'm f**ked up playa"

That's why you ridin clean

Frontin Ni**az Kills Me, fakin like they heavy

If you ain't makin stangs, sell me all your jewelry

I'm outtie, my shortie is clean with them hammer thangs

My ni**a Rickie, dipped in gold, sho' nuff rollin that weed

Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks...Bitch

Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..Bitch

Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks..Bitch

Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..

Give me somethin bitch, I'm talkin about dollar signs

Look here ho, I don't wanna f**k, but buck bitty buck?

A shootin gangsta, light that ass up.

Let's play a game called pimpin', and robbin, mobbin'

Pimpin ain't never stoppin

Leanin to the curb, slam goes my car do'

Nothin behind my head but a bumpin system and a few of my hoes

Drop me off some cheese, hit' em with somethin to keep em pretty

Groupie, droopie, drawed ass bitches, don't act siddity

Find you a trick and break him down, and keep him no. 1 chewer

If my ends don't meet, bitch you get your ass beat.

Swisher Sweets, spliff, get a whiff of that endo blast

Rims gleamin on the pavement, catchin eyes when I pass

Downin some Hennessey, a friend of me is some money though

Romance with no finance is a nuisance, Fuck that honey ho

Droppin bombs, packin tones for playas to killaz and macks

Skulls peelaz, rollin, hoe pullin...muthaf**ka, can you buy that?

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