Brooke Valentine - Pimped Out (instrumental) lyrics

Intro: Yeah, Brooke Valentine Yeah-Yeah Yeah DFB, What's Hannenin'? Dem Franchize Boys (Buddie Rap) Got a college boy look (look), honor roll student (yep) Shakin' off pounds like I'm Big Mate Luton On the streets I'm a nuissance, whippin' in a blue six Shinin' like a star, but Buddie's in Houston I'm low key cruisin' wit a big boy purchase Protected by my presence, therefore you're never nervous (nope) I know ya boy worth it (yep), the kid got good game I like that boy swag, I like the name on the kid chain (Verse 1) Gold grill on the front, trimmed up in the back I know I gotta cop that, get my hands on it (Then I let go!) Before you know it, we'll be crusin' (Cruse control, that's the way I like it baby) Tight shoes on his feet, custom made for me Stands out in the crowd, speed it up or bring it down We'll roll slow, anywhere you take me, yes I (Need to know, that's the way I like it baby) (Hook) I like 'em pimped out (pimped out), to ride on (ride on) And when we're rollin', everybody's eyes on (eyes on) I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on (rely on) And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac (like my Cadillac) And where we go, yeah everybody's on that I want 'em bulit up, so I can get my lean on (lean on) I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song (my song) (Jizzal Man Rap) Ride pimped out, mouth gripped out Gutta on the chain, and the charm cost a house Summer, DFB boys, yeah they wanna lean wit it Gutta to the core on the scene, but I be clean wit it And hoes know me, Jizzal be tryna get it in Workin' like some Mexicans in the field, with round 'bout fifty men See us shippin' in, gettin' it, flippin' it, and bring it home That's why it's five cars, three acounts, and seven acres holmes (Verse 2) He breaks when I need to stop Turn me on and take on off Somethin' I can stunt Everything I'd ever want (I got so!) Let me see if you can make me (Make me want more, I'll tell you what I like) But if he costs more than he's worth The boy ain't put in work I just give him up, switch wheels on him And I move on, you know I can't be waistin' time I gotta (Move on, that's the way I like it baby) (Hook) I like 'em pimped out (pimped out), to ride on (ride on) And when we're rollin', everybody's eyes on (eyes on) I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on (rely on) And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac (like my Cadillac) And when we go, yeah everybody's on that I want 'em bulit up, so I can get my lean on (lean on) I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song (my song) (Bridge) He's gotta be fly, if he's rollin' with me Gotta have a nice frame if he's messin' with me He needs a smooth ride is he's cruisin' with me Gotta come around the way if he's comin' for me He's gotta be fly if he's rollin' with me Gotta have a nice frame if he's messin' with me He needs a smooth ride is he's cruisin' with me Gotta come around the way if he's comin' for me (Pimpin' Rap) I got a new Sony flat, leather couch you can fall on (fall on) With floors at the house, you can ball on (ball on) And ride a '06 and got it pimped out (It's pimped out) I got 'em takin' pictures when the whip's out All my tv's flipped out, Pimpin' keep it pimped out (yup!) And if it's new, I got it soon it's shipped out (naw!) So you know I keep it pimpin' every time (every time) It's DFB b**h, and Brooke Valentine (Hook) I like 'em pimped out (pimped out), to ride on (ride on) And when we're rollin', everybody's eyes on (eyes on) I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on (rely on) And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac (like my Cadillac) And when we go, yeah everybody's on that I want 'em bulit up, so I can get my lean on (lean on) I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song (my song) I like 'em pimped out (pimped out), to ride on (ride on) And when we're rollin', everybody's eyes on (eyes on) I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on (rely on) And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac (like my Cadillac) And when we go, yeah everybody's on that I want 'em bulit up, so I can get my lean on (lean on) I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song (my song) Lose my mind, yes he makes me lose my mind So I gotta keep him close, no I just can't let him go He's got the jingles in her mind Slippin' in my pimpin' this time And I just can't let him go Bet I ain't gon' let him go