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roster. Video (MV)




Performed By: Famewalking
Language: English
Length: 1:50
Written by: Fame Walking




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Big Pimpin', He spendin' G's,
That's why I'm f*ckin' with this nigga
He spend it on me, uh
Ice me out, I'm a motherf*ckin' popsicle
He swipin' black cards, you rubbin' two nickels
Keep a hoe that get some dough
Keep a hoe that got the smoke
Keep a hoe that come and eat the dick up like an artichoke
Keep a hoe who cuttin' hair
Keep a hoe with stamps to sell
Keep a hoe who boost it for the low, who in and out of jail
Oh well
He tryna put it in my box like some mail
But he frail, I like my niggas with a little bit of heft
What's left after I run that bank account like a treadmill
This nigga on my body stuck to me like paint seal
Pimpin' ain't easy, believe me
But somebody gotta do it, do these niggas greasy
Pull a nigga locs out, now he lookin' like Wheezy
You can get the deuces, Chris Breezy, it's easy
Make a nigga f*ck me till he out of breath and wheezin'
Now he gotta kool-aid smile, got a nigga cheesin
Oh, the weather switchin' up, it's take a nigga season
Leave a bitch screamin
What was the reason
Gotta keep buildin' the roster cause it's playoff time
You can play on they time, but don't play on mine
Nickname DMV, I keep these hoes in line
If a hoe act up, then the hoe get fined
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Big Pimpin', He spendin' G's,
That's why I'm f*ckin' with this nigga
He spend it on me, uh
Ice me out, I'm a motherf*ckin' popsicle
He swipin' black cards, you rubbin' two nickels
Keep a hoe that get some dough
Keep a hoe that got the smoke
Keep a hoe that come and eat the dick up like an artichoke
Keep a hoe who cuttin' hair
Keep a hoe with stamps to sell
Keep a hoe who boost it for the low, who in and out of jail
Oh well
He tryna put it in my box like some mail
But he frail, I like my niggas with a little bit of heft
What's left after I run that bank account like a treadmill
This nigga on my body stuck to me like paint seal
Pimpin' ain't easy, believe me
But somebody gotta do it, do these niggas greasy
Pull a nigga locs out, now he lookin' like Wheezy
You can get the deuces, Chris Breezy, it's easy
Make a nigga f*ck me till he out of breath and wheezin'
Now he gotta kool-aid smile, got a nigga cheesin
Oh, the weather switchin' up, it's take a nigga season
Leave a bitch screamin
What was the reason
Gotta keep buildin' the roster cause it's playoff time
You can play on they time, but don't play on mine
Nickname DMV, I keep these hoes in line
If a hoe act up, then the hoe get fined
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Writer: Fame Walking
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