Eazy Pimp G pt 2
no love letters, just ledgers and lists, if the math don’t add up then the backhand insists I don’t chase affection, I chase the deposit, every trick that flinches gets reminded who the boss is nigga want his dick sucked he better pay up Money paid up front niggaz knows what’s up talk that free shit and you’ll be left with the blunt, I run a cash-only clinic, no tabs, no fronts twenty for the head, forty for the spread, any hesitation get the door slammed instead I don’t run a charity, I run a money machine Every pimp knows what I mean I ain’t a simp for a hoe I’m just out here just making some dough I got me a couple mill can’t close no mo keep working my bitches cause that’s where the money flows if you don’t have money to have a bitch suck well little nigga I guess you outta luck just like a pimp named slickback said this here is a hoe good for giving head and making all my dough but don’t get it twisted I’ll still buy them rings cause they put in the hard work so they earned some things remember always have a bitch who doesn’t have a man if you don’t get it nigga please understand a hoe with a nigga will fuck up your money make sure she’s single she’ll fill up your tummy yo I slid outta the trap with no perm and no fleet, no candy-painted Caddy sittin’ on 24s, just bare knuckles and beat, streets taught me the rhythm, pimping the only rhyme that repeat, I turned corners into contracts, every block a receipt, loyalty ain’t to homies, loyalty’s the stack in my cleat, if a bitch step sideways, pimp slap resets her feet, no cadillac dreams, just cream that gleams on the sheet, I keep the stable tight, every hoe on a twenty-four hour leash, code is cold cash only, break it and the backhand repeats, hood taught me early, trust a dollar before you trust a G, so I count every tongue stroke like it’s interest on a lease, money over mercy, mercy don’t pay the lease, I keep the bitches aligned, line ’em up, sign the release, if the quota ain’t met, then the pimp hand gon’ feast, no mercy, no rest, just the nightly increase, streets whisper my name when the last trick pays the priest, I stand on business like concrete, never fold, never cease, homies over hoes? nah, that myth died in the streets, my only religion is the green that the night bleeds, so I tighten the grip till the last hoe concedes.
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no love letters, just ledgers and lists, if the math don’t add up then the backhand insists I don’t chase affection, I chase the deposit, every trick that flinches gets reminded who the boss is nigga want his dick sucked he better pay up Money paid up front niggaz knows what’s up talk that free shit and you’ll be left with the blunt, I run a cash-only clinic, no tabs, no fronts twenty for the head, forty for the spread, any hesitation get the door slammed instead I don’t run a charity, I run a money machine Every pimp knows what I mean I ain’t a simp for a hoe I’m just out here just making some dough I got me a couple mill can’t close no mo keep working my bitches cause that’s where the money flows if you don’t have money to have a bitch suck well little nigga I guess you outta luck just like a pimp named slickback said this here is a hoe good for giving head and making all my dough but don’t get it twisted I’ll still buy them rings cause they put in the hard work so they earned some things remember always have a bitch who doesn’t have a man if you don’t get it nigga please understand a hoe with a nigga will fuck up your money make sure she’s single she’ll fill up your tummy yo I slid outta the trap with no perm and no fleet, no candy-painted Caddy sittin’ on 24s, just bare knuckles and beat, streets taught me the rhythm, pimping the only rhyme that repeat, I turned corners into contracts, every block a receipt, loyalty ain’t to homies, loyalty’s the stack in my cleat, if a bitch step sideways, pimp slap resets her feet, no cadillac dreams, just cream that gleams on the sheet, I keep the stable tight, every hoe on a twenty-four hour leash, code is cold cash only, break it and the backhand repeats, hood taught me early, trust a dollar before you trust a G, so I count every tongue stroke like it’s interest on a lease, money over mercy, mercy don’t pay the lease, I keep the bitches aligned, line ’em up, sign the release, if the quota ain’t met, then the pimp hand gon’ feast, no mercy, no rest, just the nightly increase, streets whisper my name when the last trick pays the priest, I stand on business like concrete, never fold, never cease, homies over hoes? nah, that myth died in the streets, my only religion is the green that the night bleeds, so I tighten the grip till the last hoe concedes.
I feel it! 🤜🤛