Verse 1(Wais P)
If you a hustler you gotta hustle down to every cent
If you a killer you gotta put the bodies in the vent
Can't no other rap nigga do it like this
Let me show you how it is in the life of a pimp
Look
Purple merm purple maury's
The diamonds on my wrist look gawdy and gory
I got game she ain't gotta know my story
All she need to know is every month i need 40(k)
Im joe torre i coach the champs
Give me a ho and 7 days i can match your advance
Give me two and you couldn't catch me even if your blue
3, 4 thats a Bentley Azzure
I'm so raw , i'm so cold
I ain't gotta sell raps i let the pussy go gold(get it)
Thats over 500 sold
That ain't out the record store thats on the ho stroll
I need high heels clickin', finger nails lickin'
Countin' my chips and parkin' my whips and
Stepping out the back seat swinging my mink and
If you don't under stand just listen

Chorus(Chris P)
Baby Girl This is Pimpin and You Can't Say No
Baby Girl This is Pimpin and You Can't Say No
So Put Ya Glasses in the Air
Cause its a Pimp Affair
Let Me Show You How Its Really Done

Verse 2(Wais P)
Yo
Now the shoes is three quarters
My ladies got rings with stones in the border
Go on and place ya order
Cause somebodies daughters
Leaving this club and rollin in my cadi calling me daddy
I fill her up with game
93 octane
Let her know love for free is just not sane
Wais p is magic fuck david blaine
Let her know my grandmother had an old saying
She said
A wet pussy and a dry purse
Don't match just like a doctor with no nurse
Perhaps you should have him drop a G in your burlap
He a baller but he got some nerve that
You should serve that perfect waist and curved back
Just for dinner and a movie? i ain't heard of that
But i've heard of platinum cards and fancy cars
I tell you all of this just because

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