Clay James - Taught To Be A Pimp (feat. Messiah Da Rapper) lyrics

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Clay James - Taught To Be A Pimp (feat. Messiah Da Rapper) lyrics

[Hook] Old school, i don't like to drive new cars Thug and player sh**, i ride around with two broads Some n***as beefing over p**y that is too flawed I make sure my n***as eat, cause I'm a true boss I never seen a bad b**h i couldn't get I never rolled a fat blunt i couldn't hit I never regretted the money that i spent Born and raised in the south, taught to be a pimp [Verse 1: Clay James) 22's on my 86, cut dawg 442 engine, leave you in the dust dawg Wood grain steering wheel leather seats, a must dawg Cougars, b**hes choosing so they ask i knock the dust off They see me in the coup,then they a** got wet draws Real n***a talking, i ain't never got to say pause Real n***as with me who ain't never did sh** (?) Give a f** how bad a b**h is, you never hit the b**h raw Because these hoes is f**ing more n***as than we get broads If I'm lying, than I'm motherf**ing flying 5"7, with the heart of a lion Over faked beef sh**, real n***as dying You ever seen your partner in a box, mom and dad crying Everybody looking at you cause they know you know what happened Cause you was in the car when your mans got to clapping But you ain't get hit, thats either God or black magic (Chyeah)! [Hook] [Verse 2:Messiah Da Rapper] I remember playing that nellyville Favorite song, pimp juice After that it was number one Im the (?) sinner, don't get sh** confused I ride around in them bucket seat Roof (?), ain't nothing new Sipping mud and that hen dawg With (?), yeah orange juice And my imitations like caddy Im a young pimp and i ain't sweet too I got a main chick and a side chick and they'd beat a b**h if she trying to choose Im the man around here. Yeah, but you knew that An underground king. A (?) we had to screw that Remember way back when i be yey high, granddaddy on that j** joint Furthest time i seen my cousin, Tim throw codeine in his fruit punch Had twos on the impala, flat screens on that dash board A little (?) when i was bout 17, i remember times when we had (?) I remember beans put me on loud, (?) my first zip PJ sold my first pistol, the shell showed my first flips Im so southern playalistic. Im a carolina pimp You can vary from my limp. Don't you play me for no simp boy