Horseshoe Gang - Pimp sh** lyrics

[Hook: Julius Luciano] I got my mind right, plus my guap right We keep our grind tight, lovin' this COB life Pull up at the stop light Get at them broads like (eh) You wanna ride right? I know you wanna ride right Cause I'm on my pimp sh** today Yeah, I'm on my pimp sh** today Yeah, I'm on my pimp sh** today Yeah, I'm on my pimp sh** today Pimp sh** today [Verse 1: Kenny Siegel] Ayo my mind's on grip you can bet that But off in another n***a's b**h is where my head's at See Kenny fly like a n***a with a jetpack Treat s*uts like blunts I hit it then pa** it to the next cat Though ma palm get scratched, they itchy Peel off the flyest b**h's vickys I'm dickin' chickens as thick as Skippy The game I give these tricks be strictly Sick see then they blow me like some Mickey thicky sticky icky I hit these b**hes like I'm abusive Then they become a noose, and wanna hang and they become a nuisance So I become elusive, and I began recruitin' Different chickens for the coupe(coup) and pigeons for the roof...less Whips like "pss" miss,"shh" sit, now quick strip And me not bagging dimes is asinine How I'm suppose to f** with you if yo a** a nine? [Hook] [Verse 2: Julius Luciano] Now I stick to the pimpin' unwritten rules After I K.O the twat I'm ghost stick n move When b**hes holla sh** like 'gimme shoes!" I tell 'em you can hit the bricks or you can get this jimmy..choose Dames, I had my fair amount, don't care to count Some was married yeah my pimpin' is paramount, gimme a pair of mouths I bet I'm there receivin' Two floozies, tag teamin' my nether region Listen, Im different Im re-inventing this Pimpin' sh** Pimpin' is me expressing chips over b**hes sentiments I ain't the nickel slick Solicitin' n***a with, a group of ignorant chicks On the strip, convincing men to trick Nah I mack with swagger Do the math, my swag's a factor You plus me, add your friend Amanda Subtract pajamas, it equals a p**nographic tandem Grab the panoramic camera, and have a ma**ive a** slappin extravaganza [Hook] [Verse 3: Demetrius Capone] I got my mind right, got my mind blown From a dime pimpin' in different time zones Listen I'm on my diddy Listen I own my city b**hes they on me strictly cause I'm on my grizzly Listen, I'm hittin' n***as' wives I live a different life, I'm Mr. Fly you missed the flight I'm a different type when I spit this sh** I'm convincin b**hes I'm Mr. Right I'm pimpin' like this pimpin' business finna end tonight And I ain't marryin' women I have'em carryin' high notes, reminiscent of carrier pigeons Dickin' b**hes wit ma chain on, b**h don't stare at my glisten Cause listen the glare is impairing your vision Yeah! I tell her blow on, this dick and go home Choke on the dick cause its so long, then so long Hold up, hold on,women wanting romance You know what it's no chance This n***a never slow dance, or hold hands [Hook]