Kingpin Skinny Pimp - Midnight Hoez lyrics

{intro} Yeah, pimpin' makin' me waste all this time for these funky ass hoes No one's can fu*k me {verse 1} I never seen a hoe that could make her cheese flow Until i moved to texas where the shake junts ain't broke When i fell up off the plane, the only thing stuck in my mind: "i know i'm fu*ked up, but sh*t, i got to get on mine" So now i gotta sell a little pussy hoe to stain Nationwide cds and hoes, i'm the mane Most of my ni**as, they ridin' clean, chiefin' a quarter-pound of skunk Broke rappеrs on the shelf while i bе slangin' out the trunk I'm out here makin' a living, i'm making a killing for the billboard And then some heavy folks behind me bought a roles-royce 1995 b*tch, stacking a grip, mothership Enterin' a liquor store, purchasin' a fu*king fifth Memphis ni**a headin' down to houston, club oasis Differrent races, i met a bunch of faces My pimpin' is getting stronger, keeping my tone for you playa hataz Beatin' my b*tches to the floor, making sh*t get greater later I'm 21 but once i reach the age of 30, i better have a mansion full of hoes gettin' they knees dirty I'll get out at midnight, (?) I've been livin' out here, a grown mane, you know i've been {chorus} Wastin' all this time, foolin' around with midnight hoez I've been wastin' all this time, jumping in and out my clothes {verse 2} My b*tch is runnin' to the track faster than a greyhound I keep them b*tches cross-country, nationwide, pennies down The definition of a pimp, i'm a hoe reversing game to another hoe to make my dough My ni**as in the county jail schooled me on this, fool So now i'm sportin' (?) with the python boots, yeah So b*tch, you need to keep me paid I told her: "abraham lincoln never freed the slaves" I gotta stay cool, ooh, i gotta stay brutal I keep my mean emotions, pistol-whippin' with a luger My b*tch is scared of me, they hate to make me want to fight and sh*t I can tell, by the smell, she been busy alll night I'm schemin', i'm thinkin' dirty hoes cause i'm major In my world, ain't no such thing as ladies in my stables Just find some more wenches and be they best friends, fool Build me up and tell them b*tches how they daddy been sweet to you My b*tch is steady complainin' bout i'm never here fu*kin' 'em, loc She said she's tired of fu*kin' tricks, they got her pussy swole But that's another black eye, that b*tch gon' learn A pimp gets paid for the right and to say to a b*tch, "i'm not enjoyin' the screwin'" {chorus (skinny and lil gin)} Wastin' all this time, foolin' around with midnight hoez I've been wastin' all this time, jumpin' in and out my clothes {verse 3} I know a freaky b*tch, she stay in tennessee She sell a bunch of pussy, she stack a lotta cheese That hoe is bald-headed, if it wasn't weave, it was a wig Four plugs in the park, better check me if you dig I broke her, almost, fifty thousand, was close But anyway, there's plenty, many other b*tches i must roast Like bebé, this white hoe, she smell like ni**a toes A thirty dollar b*tch that like to go broke from buying clothes Now peace to my ni**a m, for smackin' her with that thang She treated like he was a trick, right then she disrespected the game Now may i skip to tonya, she's working a different passion The shake junt in memphis, her bankroll i was stackin' For instance, she took care of the hoe, give me some family At my show, selling that pussy, she walk all night, she never asleep But if not, they cop, it's all, for sale Now if you see them on the streets, you mother might go and scream and tell, christian beyotch! {outro} I've been wastin' all my time, trying my best to find my way Ain't gon' worry cause one day, i'm gon' make them butches pay Blowin' indo out my nose, getting in and out my clothes fu*kin' 'round with midnight hoez When the chapter's up, life close From the day you're born, till the day...