Soulja Slim - Slim Pimpin' lyrics

[Soulja Slim] Yep, I need a top boss b**h in my factory, ya heard me, my boss b**h They say dat we was of tha same kind & ain't lyin' But at dat time I did sh** to f** ya like you was mine Turn tha ghetto b**h boss & let her floss It don't make dollars it don't make sense dat p**y cost Break it off & when you get it brang it to me Split it down tha middle, you get 2 I get 3 I wouldn't call it pimpin', they thank pimpin' played out Still tha same cept Soulja Slim sh** layed out Put cha on your feet to keep ya neat, n***a speak Not only dat she make a n***a wanna eat n***a tweak for a big booty & a smile Might hurt me later on but don't hurt now Sendin' good p**y on this mission to f** this faker Figure maker, perpatraitor, a soulja hater Thank he boss cause he f**in' my ghetto hoe But I'm off in his baby momma & tha n***a never know An I'm slick side doggin' it at random Met her at Bayou Cla**ic, when Southern played Gramblin' She was pushin' yo Expedition, tell me if I'm wrong? Tha b**h tinted, grill fitted, sittin' on chrome Followed me home in yo sh**, tore tha p**y up Bust a nut, left a soulja rag in tha truck Remember dat, dat was me, actually I did it on G-P for tha dog n***a up in me [Chorus 2X: Soulja Slim] All hoes get layed, boss b**hes get paid I see somethin' in ya, we can blow up like tha world trade Slang dat a**, make dat cash, brang it back to me You be tha top boss b**h up in my factory [Soulja Slim] Now back to my hoe I lie to, said I die for, My whole life I thank I cried enough Still hype enough to keep my paper steady comin' Heads up, where they at? I hear 'em drummin' I'm hotter than tha gun dat k**ed Martin Luther King That why tha f** I can't floss on Narizen Dat light green sticky sticky got my vision blurry Head buried underground, feel like I smoked a pound Shake down, give it up, drop it like it's hot Me & tha Bossalinie close & open up shop It's understood dat you ain't nothin' but my boss b**h Double cross me get cha head knocked off b**h To tha river ya go buck naked wit out no clothes Bullet lodged to ya dome, bust open a**hole Disrespect tha code get ya self f**ed over Got cha pysched all tha way out there behind Soulja I played them hoes, I'm a cold blooded a** n***a I done it to ya girl, look here don't get mad n***a I done dat bad n***a but f** you know what's happ'n I lay ya down, I'm a dog here besides rappin' [Chorus]