"Pimp K" lyrics
You can ask Bigg Cuz
Yeah
Got some Houston shit
I think he want a green-ass bitch
But I swear I couldn't be it
A down-ass bitch for a cheater
I'm a leaver
I done got so many blues on a nigga
I don't need him
You bitches giving out too many chances
Nigga, beat it
Got this lychee in my system
Feelin' like my daddy
Sucka-ass bitches never ran in my family
I be staying out the country
Staying somewhere sandy
Ay
I catch a lil' vibe, hit the stu, and make an anthem
I ain't never laid up
I don't never got no time
My mind on the money
And the money on my mind
Fucked around and got drunk
Called my ex, now we fussing
Nigga still ain't shit
Still ain't on nothing
On nothing
Hate I had to pop on a nigga like I did
Like I did
Hate I had to shine on a nigga, but I did
but I did
A whole lot to lose, but I'll risk it
You keep playing
To that dirty-ass bitch
That fucked my ex and now they dating
Too much, too much
Too much for these niggas
3 much for these hoes
And if it's fuck me
Hope you let me use my Rose
I ain't never shutting up
Too much money in the bank
Nigga only run bitches
That ain't got nowhere to stay
He want a green-ass bitch
But I swear I couldn't be it
A down-ass bitch for a cheater
I'm a leaver
I done got so many blues on a nigga
I don't need him
You bitches giving out too many chances
Nigga, beat it
I don't really need a trick
I'm what a trick need
You can shut the fuck up
You can't buy me everything
What I'm bringing to the table?
No pussy, barely me
Wifey shit for a situationship
Nigga, please
I am hard on a hoe
In love with myself
She was with me when I felt
Like I ain't have nobody else
Ay
I'm a bad bitch
Own money, I'm kept
Ay
11 whole years
I hustled, they slept
Where my gettin'-money bitches at?
Where my get-it-done bitches at?
Off of 59
French 75
I'll call a nigga right now
And say what's on my mind
I am not a nigga's peace
He keep fucking up the vibe
He ain't even die for me
How he want a bitch to ride?
If you tryna sell a dream
I am not the bitch to buy
Say he wanna leave
I am not the bitch to cry
He want a green-ass bitch
But I swear I couldn't be it
A down-ass bitch for a cheater
I'm a leaver
I done got so many blues on a nigga
I don't need him
You bitches giving out too many chances
Nigga, beat it
He want a green-ass bitch
But I swear I couldn't be it
A down-ass bitch for a cheater
I'm a leaver
I done got so many blues on a nigga
I don't need him
You bitches giving out too many chances
Nigga, beat it
Yeah
Got some Houston shit
I think he want a green-ass bitch
But I swear I couldn't be it
A down-ass bitch for a cheater
I'm a leaver
I done got so many blues on a nigga
I don't need him
You bitches giving out too many chances
Nigga, beat it
Got this lychee in my system
Feelin' like my daddy
Sucka-ass bitches never ran in my family
I be staying out the country
Staying somewhere sandy
Ay
I catch a lil' vibe, hit the stu, and make an anthem
I ain't never laid up
I don't never got no time
My mind on the money
And the money on my mind
Fucked around and got drunk
Called my ex, now we fussing
Nigga still ain't shit
Still ain't on nothing
On nothing
Hate I had to pop on a nigga like I did
Like I did
Hate I had to shine on a nigga, but I did
but I did
A whole lot to lose, but I'll risk it
You keep playing
To that dirty-ass bitch
That fucked my ex and now they dating
Too much, too much
Too much for these niggas
3 much for these hoes
And if it's fuck me
Hope you let me use my Rose
I ain't never shutting up
Too much money in the bank
Nigga only run bitches
That ain't got nowhere to stay
He want a green-ass bitch
But I swear I couldn't be it
A down-ass bitch for a cheater
I'm a leaver
I done got so many blues on a nigga
I don't need him
You bitches giving out too many chances
Nigga, beat it
I don't really need a trick
I'm what a trick need
You can shut the fuck up
You can't buy me everything
What I'm bringing to the table?
No pussy, barely me
Wifey shit for a situationship
Nigga, please
I am hard on a hoe
In love with myself
She was with me when I felt
Like I ain't have nobody else
Ay
I'm a bad bitch
Own money, I'm kept
Ay
11 whole years
I hustled, they slept
Where my gettin'-money bitches at?
Where my get-it-done bitches at?
Off of 59
French 75
I'll call a nigga right now
And say what's on my mind
I am not a nigga's peace
He keep fucking up the vibe
He ain't even die for me
How he want a bitch to ride?
If you tryna sell a dream
I am not the bitch to buy
Say he wanna leave
I am not the bitch to cry
He want a green-ass bitch
But I swear I couldn't be it
A down-ass bitch for a cheater
I'm a leaver
I done got so many blues on a nigga
I don't need him
You bitches giving out too many chances
Nigga, beat it
He want a green-ass bitch
But I swear I couldn't be it
A down-ass bitch for a cheater
I'm a leaver
I done got so many blues on a nigga
I don't need him
You bitches giving out too many chances
Nigga, beat it
