Cherish - Miss P. (instrumental) lyrics

Yo this is one of them ones when they come on It makes you wanna say, ohh You can't listen to this low man You gotta turn it up know what I'm sayin', ohh Yeah cherish, so so def ya'll know, ohh This is how it go man double O three Felicia holla at 'em If I walk up and said whats up Would you give me that look and act like your tough? As I walked back walked back would you give me the eye Admire my strut checking out my look? See you look like you'd be the type That be getting numbers all night, night, night From night baby that's alright You be getting numbers so do I You could call me M I Crooked letter, crooked letter P I M P I know you think you got game But baby let me tell you you ain't got more than me You could call me M I Crooked letter, crooked letter P I M P I know you think you got game But baby let me tell you you ain't got more than me Sweety, I'm no freak, so you won't have me But I'll have you messed up with the words I speak We can be just friends, and you would catch feelings You'll be callin' me up and you'll be checkin' it I know this might sound like it's hype But if I want you boy, you'll be mine, mine, mine One take my conversations tight 'Coz now I got you curious right You could call me M I Crooked letter, crooked letter P I M P I know you think you got game But baby let me tell you you ain't got more than me You could call me M I Crooked letter, crooked letter P I M P I know you think you got game But baby let me tell you you ain't got more than me Yeah I'm in the C H E R I crooked letter H And we don't play when it comes to Pimpin' this music, pimpin' these tracks Pimpin' this game until we get paid And we gon' P I M P this music industry Until they know our names Felicia, Farrah, Fallon, Neosha got you open until these vocals Is what you gon' be sayin You could call me M I Crooked letter, crooked letter P I M P I know you think you got game But baby let me tell you you ain't got more than me You could call me M I Crooked letter, crooked letter P I M P I know you think you got game But baby let me tell you you ain't got more than me I cherish bein' a pimp, it ain't necessaryly bad I'm not embara**ed to demonstrate I party They call me Miss Harris, favorite color is orange Cherish is glowin', I'm chuch from my head to my toe and It's obvious it's showin' 'coz I'm hopin' my color Don't bother us when its gametime everyday flametime This game shine I have no other choice But to blow your mind I'm more soldier that the leutenant When it's cold I'm in drapes until the floor Chinchila, I look good in it with the hood in it 600 wool in it, we runnin' get money Dis honey ain't bullsittin still ain't funny, ain't it? Yo pimp showtainin' don't hate on me Why don't you go and get you some? I'm sayin' my whole crew bangin' We stay sharp as tack, it's J.D. and Brat Pimpin' this industry to the max believe that You could call me M I Crooked letter, crooked letter P I M P I know you think you got game But baby let me tell you you ain't got more than me You could call me M I Crooked letter, crooked letter P I M P I know you think you got game But baby let me tell you you ain't got more than me You could call me M I Crooked letter, crooked letter P I M P I know you think you got game But baby let me tell you you ain't got more than me You could call me M I Crooked letter, crooked letter P I M P I know you think you got game But baby let me tell you you ain't got more than me