Product Entertainment, Freddy Mack, Snow Tha Product - Worldwide Pimpin lyrics
Snow Tha Product [Claudia Alexandra Madriz Meza] San José, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Product Entertainment, Freddy Mack, Snow Tha Product - Worldwide Pimpin lyrics]
Meet me at the bar, buy me a drink
Candy painted cars, DVD springs
Chrome still spinnin', gold grill grinnin’
Money on a bitch, worldwide pimpin'
Black hoodie, black pistol
Bitch don't tease me i run to your house
And rob you in a black beenie
Turn you out and put you in a black bikini
Swang and burned rubber in
A black Lamborghini
This shit’s too easy, I took her whole purse
Switch lanes in the Range
And I ride the whole curb
Dumb ass drunk, I chase Henny with Remy
About with the semi-plasma screens and the?
Money on a bitch, plus I got cashed out
Punk rock bithces say that Freddy
Mack is macked out
Yarra, California, San Diego
Sluts on a payroll and I'm
In it for the pesos
Pimpin' on a diva with badass features
High heel sneakers, chuch! I'm a preacher
Snow White and Freddy Mack, you already know
And huntin' for America's next top ho, chuch!
You know who it is
It's the Product you bitch
And I don't just buy a drink from the bar
We buy the whole shit
And we just don’t let off the chop
We let off the whole clip
Pimps I know don’t pimp a bitch
They pimp the whole script
Freddy got them hoes chips
And got clips at both tips
And I ain't talkin’ the ones for
You sell you dumb trick
I'm the chick that came in
The game, thanks to me, you don't flip
Cause, I got every dude in here
So drunk they can funk in
Who would money over bitches cause the
Kinda chicks I kickin' with
Only gon’ come if they know you got dividends
Wanna know what houses or
Condos you're livin' in well at least me
I wanna know what I'm gettin' in
So boy, you gon' want with your gold front
So I ain't got problem if you
Lookin' like you want some
I don't care if you got hoes
Cause runners is gon' run
But game recognize game, with me
You got the wrong one!
I fuck with it tough, and I'm all on biz
Cash and kicks, yeah, it's all on a bitch
Die or get rich
I make money where I'm headed
Swipe card after card
Until I fuck up her credit
Fuck her, forget it
I'm drunk and drivin' reckless
I pimp for a livin'
So check it or respect it
We smoke in a Lexus, we scrape with Berettas
Peanut butter guts
So we're sittin' on leather
I need a go-getter and a badass groupie
Keep hoochies that got my wrist
Rocky like the movie eat glofish sushi
On a beach gettin' body tanned
Kick the ho, don't come back
With door she get body slammed
I get stupid in the club and go hifey
Rock stars tennis
Goin' dumb in my ice creams
And directin' these hose like Spike Lee
So get slapped if you spill
Yack on my white tee, bitch!
Candy painted cars, DVD springs
Chrome still spinnin', gold grill grinnin’
Money on a bitch, worldwide pimpin'
Black hoodie, black pistol
Bitch don't tease me i run to your house
And rob you in a black beenie
Turn you out and put you in a black bikini
Swang and burned rubber in
A black Lamborghini
This shit’s too easy, I took her whole purse
Switch lanes in the Range
And I ride the whole curb
Dumb ass drunk, I chase Henny with Remy
About with the semi-plasma screens and the?
Money on a bitch, plus I got cashed out
Punk rock bithces say that Freddy
Mack is macked out
Yarra, California, San Diego
Sluts on a payroll and I'm
In it for the pesos
Pimpin' on a diva with badass features
High heel sneakers, chuch! I'm a preacher
Snow White and Freddy Mack, you already know
And huntin' for America's next top ho, chuch!
You know who it is
It's the Product you bitch
And I don't just buy a drink from the bar
We buy the whole shit
And we just don’t let off the chop
We let off the whole clip
Pimps I know don’t pimp a bitch
They pimp the whole script
Freddy got them hoes chips
And got clips at both tips
And I ain't talkin’ the ones for
You sell you dumb trick
I'm the chick that came in
The game, thanks to me, you don't flip
Cause, I got every dude in here
So drunk they can funk in
Who would money over bitches cause the
Kinda chicks I kickin' with
Only gon’ come if they know you got dividends
Wanna know what houses or
Condos you're livin' in well at least me
I wanna know what I'm gettin' in
So boy, you gon' want with your gold front
So I ain't got problem if you
Lookin' like you want some
I don't care if you got hoes
Cause runners is gon' run
But game recognize game, with me
You got the wrong one!
I fuck with it tough, and I'm all on biz
Cash and kicks, yeah, it's all on a bitch
Die or get rich
I make money where I'm headed
Swipe card after card
Until I fuck up her credit
Fuck her, forget it
I'm drunk and drivin' reckless
I pimp for a livin'
So check it or respect it
We smoke in a Lexus, we scrape with Berettas
Peanut butter guts
So we're sittin' on leather
I need a go-getter and a badass groupie
Keep hoochies that got my wrist
Rocky like the movie eat glofish sushi
On a beach gettin' body tanned
Kick the ho, don't come back
With door she get body slammed
I get stupid in the club and go hifey
Rock stars tennis
Goin' dumb in my ice creams
And directin' these hose like Spike Lee
So get slapped if you spill
Yack on my white tee, bitch!