Meth · Ghost · Rae - Pimpin' Chipp lyrics
[Meth · Ghost · Rae - Pimpin' Chipp lyrics]
Yeah, them niggas talking bout ya'll
Always want some lyrics, right?
Real lyrics, well here we go
I'mma tell you a little story
That's right, watch this shit, nigga
Here we go, ya'll, your ass
Yeah, we write for days, hot shit, uh huh
Dope, drugs, sex, murder, King James version
Aiyo, needle was left hanging
In the arm of a pimp he walk with a limp
Had bitches on the payroll
He gave the seeds candy and
His family was poor
Drove a '68 Caddy with the fur on the door
The other macks ain't have jack on him
Not even Goldie slowly, he would rise
Kept his runners with the police
Jim Brown was his man
His brother was Muslim
They tried to convert him
And turn righteous
But the streets got the good of him
Big hats with gorgeous stones
Honey designed the slacks
With two attempts on his bottom bitch
Her name was Precious
Silky skin, priceless pussy, she took karate
Her bubble ass got Pretty Chipp rich
You can smell her perfume
On every street corner
A sexy muthafucka with the mean face on her
Precious, sported bulletproof dresses
Defending caring sex thirteen smith
This boo that study her lessons
She was the key to Pretty Chipp riches
Bitches is fortune slang
Control the south side, her name rings
Lookout for the black cherry pussy extortion
Any other hoes get pregnant
Bet they get an abortion
Back at the pub, at the Alice spot
Bumping the sounds of Curtis
Playing Live in the jukebox
This broad named Cookie
In the purse, fifty thou' in cash
Passed off to Chipp, told him count it fast
Another 10 in my bloomers
Fuck the rumors, it's lies, baby
You my daddy
Bitches never saw me jumping out
Of Dirt Dog's cabby
I'm a loyal bitch, and chicks can't stand me
Pimps they know I'm ill
That's why they never put hands on me
From Fillmore Slim to Goldie, Pretty Toney
Frank War told me, CC get that money
My potentials, credentials, my mouth stay hot
Like Chinese mushrooms
Wasabi with spicy lentils
The other day I brought a little gat
Where I keep near my lower back
Cause these niggas don't know how to act
At the Apollo, Ray Charles told me
Bitch just get in the car
Cuz I want you to swallow
I jumped in, and his bodyguards follow
He was quick
I spit the nut on his '74 wallos
He wanted to invite me to
Chicago, I said 'nah, daddy'
He pushed me out and lit up a Marlboro
(Nah, papi) Cuz I'm from New York
He taught me the talks, he taught me the walk
Cuz I'm Chipp's bitch, we dine and resort
Only nigga ever taught me
Don't put swine on my fork
And that's the truth, rest in peace, papi
This Cookie
I still got another tall Goose for you daddy
I'mma stick in the grave for you, baby
Fuck them other pimps, they ain't
Got shit on you, daddy
Always want some lyrics, right?
Real lyrics, well here we go
I'mma tell you a little story
That's right, watch this shit, nigga
Here we go, ya'll, your ass
Yeah, we write for days, hot shit, uh huh
Dope, drugs, sex, murder, King James version
Aiyo, needle was left hanging
In the arm of a pimp he walk with a limp
Had bitches on the payroll
He gave the seeds candy and
His family was poor
Drove a '68 Caddy with the fur on the door
The other macks ain't have jack on him
Not even Goldie slowly, he would rise
Kept his runners with the police
Jim Brown was his man
His brother was Muslim
They tried to convert him
And turn righteous
But the streets got the good of him
Big hats with gorgeous stones
Honey designed the slacks
With two attempts on his bottom bitch
Her name was Precious
Silky skin, priceless pussy, she took karate
Her bubble ass got Pretty Chipp rich
You can smell her perfume
On every street corner
A sexy muthafucka with the mean face on her
Precious, sported bulletproof dresses
Defending caring sex thirteen smith
This boo that study her lessons
She was the key to Pretty Chipp riches
Bitches is fortune slang
Control the south side, her name rings
Lookout for the black cherry pussy extortion
Any other hoes get pregnant
Bet they get an abortion
Back at the pub, at the Alice spot
Bumping the sounds of Curtis
Playing Live in the jukebox
This broad named Cookie
In the purse, fifty thou' in cash
Passed off to Chipp, told him count it fast
Another 10 in my bloomers
Fuck the rumors, it's lies, baby
You my daddy
Bitches never saw me jumping out
Of Dirt Dog's cabby
I'm a loyal bitch, and chicks can't stand me
Pimps they know I'm ill
That's why they never put hands on me
From Fillmore Slim to Goldie, Pretty Toney
Frank War told me, CC get that money
My potentials, credentials, my mouth stay hot
Like Chinese mushrooms
Wasabi with spicy lentils
The other day I brought a little gat
Where I keep near my lower back
Cause these niggas don't know how to act
At the Apollo, Ray Charles told me
Bitch just get in the car
Cuz I want you to swallow
I jumped in, and his bodyguards follow
He was quick
I spit the nut on his '74 wallos
He wanted to invite me to
Chicago, I said 'nah, daddy'
He pushed me out and lit up a Marlboro
(Nah, papi) Cuz I'm from New York
He taught me the talks, he taught me the walk
Cuz I'm Chipp's bitch, we dine and resort
Only nigga ever taught me
Don't put swine on my fork
And that's the truth, rest in peace, papi
This Cookie
I still got another tall Goose for you daddy
I'mma stick in the grave for you, baby
Fuck them other pimps, they ain't
Got shit on you, daddy