Intro:
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Verse 1:
My bitches runnin' to the track faster than a Greyhound
I keep my bitches cross-country, nationwide, panties down
The definition of a pimp; I'ma ho-reversin' game to another ho to make my dough
My niggas in the county jail schooled me on this, fool
So now I'm sportin' Champion with the Python boots, yeah
So bitch, you need to keep me paid
I told her Abraham Lincoln never freed the slaves
I gotta stay cool, ooh, I gotta stay brutal
I keep my mean emotions, pistol-whippin' with a Ruger
My bitches scared of me they hate to make me wanna fight and shit
I can tell by the smell, she been busy all night
I'm schemin', out-thinkin' dirty hoеs 'cause I'm major
In my world ain't no such thing as ladies in my stables
Just find somе more wenches and be they best friends, fool
Build me up and tell them bitches how they daddy been sweet to you
My bitch is steady complainin' 'bout I'm never like fuckin' 'em, loc
She said she's tired of fuckin' tricks, they got her pussy swole
But that's another black eye that bitch done ruined
A pimp get's paid for the right and to say to a bitch, I'm not enjoyin' the screwin'
Chorus:
Wastin' all this time, foolin' around with midnight hoes
I've been wastin' all this time, jumpin' in and out my clothes
Verse 2:
I never seen a ho that could make her cheese flow
Until I moved to Texas where the shake junts ain't broke
When I fell up off the plane, the only thing stuck in my mind:
I know I'm fucked up, but shit, I gotta get on mine
So now I gotta sell a little pussy ho to stain
Nationwide CDs and hoes, I'm the mane
Most of my niggas they ridin' clean, chiefin' a quarter-pound of skunk
Broke rappers on the shelf, while I be slangin' out the trunk
I'm out here makin' a livin', I'm makin' a killin' for the Billboard
And then some heavy folks behind me ballin' Rolls Royce
1995, bitch, stackin' a grip, mothership, enterin' a liquor store, purchasin' a fuckin' fifth
Memphis nigga headin' down to Houston, Club Oasis
Differrent races, I met a bunch of faces
My pimpin' is gettin' strong, I'm keepin' my tone for you player haters
Beatin' my bitches to the floor, makin' shit get greater later
I'm twenty-one, but once I reach the age of thirty
I better have a mansion full of hoes gettin' they knees dirty
I'll get out at midnight, midnight mean none of scrinnay sense
I've been livin' out here, a grown mane...
Chorus:
You know I've been wastin' all this time, foolin' around with midnight hoes
I've been wastin' all this time, jumpin' in and out my clothes
You know I've been wastin' all this time, foolin' around with midnight hoes
I've been wastin' all this time, jumpin' in and out my clothes