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Triple 6 Mafia Pimpin And Robbin

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, F..ck 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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