Do Or Die - Po Pimp (Feat. Twista) lyrics

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Do Or Die - Po Pimp (Feat. Twista) lyrics

Chorus: T-Pain Do you wanna ride? In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do Or Die Do you wanna ride? In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do Or Die Verse 1: Belo 7 double oh P.M Fly low to them hoes in the B M Sippin' Seagram, chewin' on a weed stem Touchin' on my fo' fin Move it to the back so I can see who beepin' this Po' Pimp Spring to the phone with a slow limp In a trip that sh**ed with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10 3-line connection As the rest of them wanted affection Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you need & plus we strapped with 2 protections I put the phone in the hook, then I pause for a minute Cause I forgot where I met the hoe & the feeling I've forgotten if the hoes wanna snap I straight up check the hoe, really doe To the crib Chorus: T-Pain Do you wanna ride? In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do Or Die Do you wanna ride? In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do Or Die Verse 2: AK-47, Belo 7 deuce 5, the ride the point to spot the live hoes 3 miles per hour Like we runnin' up on some rivals Never to deny though, these b**hes look fly 'Lo Introduce myself A to the muthaf**in' K finna recognize Then I lose myself juice myself As you take one pull, uhh, pa** it to the left & umm Self-centered n***as'll take 2 pulls Cause they thinkin' about samplin' umm P I M P, ology, but logically We learnin' these hoes biology & obviously, well... Mmm, ain't this some sh**, pull up in the C A D I Double L with ah A C, A C hoes They peep those, P I M P & they think that automatically Cause he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of that M O N E but why? Cause n***a be sportin' nice cars & fancy clothes Fresh j**els Girbaud flexin' 1 5 oh (chop chop) Chop up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoe Watch where your lips go, caress my tip slow To the tempo, instrumental Real simple when you f**in' with a pimp doe Get involved in the backseat Let's have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young a** Smokin' on that finest gra** Never miss what you never had, at last P I M P, ology, but logically We learnin' these hoes biology & obviously, well... Chorus: T-Pain Do you wanna ride? In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do Or Die Do you wanna ride? In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do Or Die Verse 3: Twista Well a muthaf**er might be broke & sh** & then collecting no dough from tips But I be spittin' mo' game than a mouthful of poker chips To get them hoes with the Oprah lips & the provokin' hips & never gotta tell her many lies I been lookin' in the city skies, get up in the kitty's thighs Cause I'm blessed with a look of innocence, good s** Peanut bu*ter complex & some pretty eyes Pity cries on my strategy side, yo' when outta me gotta be right, that'd be the flatter me right But if the head the bonk come on s** a n***a dick Members of my click, wanna see what that'd be like I know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat Don't be bogus & deny that I done got a hold of them my fellas on the train While she lie back, now muthaf**er can you buy that? Where your ride at? On the pa**enger side of your hoe Tryin' to come up on another G The broad all up under me tryin' to smother me Lookin' lovely while I roll another bead, suddenly She learned that I don't deal with emotions But when we in the room she rubbin' me with lotion Comin' like an ocean coastin have a cig thinkin' me & Do Or Die dig drinkin' love potion The word that was never said Twisted be givin' women dick in the bed, until they sick in the head & if I ever leave whoever dead They ain't trickin the Feds or spittin' game but it's chicken and bread Kickin' them legs in the air like a player do Then belittle in a day or 2 After words I'm a slay a crew Now that's some pimp type sh** that B-Low & AK'll do Wearing gray & blue If a hoe wanna holler then you a player if you hit them ends & get the dividends But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your friends Cause I studied P I M P ology, but logically Be learnin' these hoes biology, obviously, well... Chorus: T-Pain Do you wanna ride? In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do Or Die Do you wanna ride? In the backseat of a Caddy Chop it up, with Do Or Die