Nic West - Pimp Lyrics

I dun seen a lot, I dun heard a lot, and I never told a soul
Los Ripley made me, but I made it out
Streets taught me everything I know
Dem streets taught me everything I know
Heart turned cold, never trust a soul
M.O.E. till I D.I.E gotta keep it P.I.M.P
Gotta keep it P.I.M.P
Gotta keep it P.I.M.P
Heart turned cold, never trust a soul, M.O.E. till I D.I.E
Gotta keep it P.I.M.P

I get that top from yo girl in da vert
See me in the coupe I pull off like skirt
You know how I'm rocking, my family come first
Buy my daddy a rollie, my mama a fur
How do I do it? I put in that work
That's why we different kuz you never work
I deserve to stunt, I deserve to splurge
I get on a beat, and I start to purge
I be killin' it in each and every verse
Never sell my soul kuz I know my worth
I been a real one, a real one since birth
Got it out da mud, got it out da dirt
I been in the field wide receiving (Randy Moss)
That's why yo BM is dying to meet me
I'm in yo city I'm at the Four Seasons
Calendar year wanna see quarter milli I'm gone

I dun seen a lot, I dun heard a lot, and I never told a soul
Los Ripley made me, but I made it out
Streets taught me everything I know
Dem streets taught me everything I know
Heart turned cold, never trust a soul
M.O.E. till I D.I.E gotta keep it P.I.M.P
Gotta keep it P.I.M.P
Gotta keep it P.I.M.P
Heart turned cold, never trust a soul, M.O.E. till I D.I.E
Gotta keep it P.I.M.P

They tellin' me I got the juice (I know)
All eyez on me like I'm Tupac
Feelin' like da new Pac... Feelin' like da new Pac
Tellin' me I'm the dopest, kuz I be spittin' dat crack
Leave you scratching' like a lottery ticket
One hit of dis it'll have you addicted
Look at da flick of the wrist, cookin' don't need a kitchen
Gotta keep it pimpin' neva wid da trickin'
I got a main chick and I got a mistress
I got cougars tellin' me I can get it
I need depends kuz I be so shitty
My life's a movie mane I be so litty
I wake up every morning just to get it
Uh Tom Cruise I'm on a mission
Nike how I get da check, nothin' to it mane I just do it
See it's natural how I finesse
I got carpal tunnel just from thumbin' thru it
Gotta win kuz I hate losin'
Started from the bottom and I'm never goin' back to it
Never goin' back to it
I'm gone

I dun seen a lot, I dun heard a lot, and I never told a soul
Los Ripley made me, but I made it out
Streets taught me everything I know
Dem streets taught me everything I know
Heart turned cold, never trust a soul
M.O.E. till I D.I.E gotta keep it P.I.M.P
Gotta keep it P.I.M.P
Gotta keep it P.I.M.P
Heart turned cold, never trust a soul, M.O.E. till I D.I.E
Gotta keep it P.I.M.P