Pimpette

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Uh, uh….  Uh, uh;  One for the ladies…  And it’s gon’ get crazy… Yea, let the beat drop

When you unwind a rhyme, you got to rap it back
So when you leave the track, you gonna be screaming phat
I got my life in tact; I got my looks for luck
And shorty running with the scissors, so you know who cut
Down below is a ho doing all that he knows
With his nose and his tongue where the honeydew flows
I can’t complain when it rains in the southernmost region
Protégé’s are thankful ‘cause it’s them that I’m feeding
And they’re needing to feel worthy so I swerve it to the streets
Getting lucky while the suckers getting sucky on their knees
Please, the location of the key’s inside
I prop the box on your face and proceed to open wide
I confide in you;  I cry my eyes with you; 
I say my words are true even though I know you’re a tool
I say a friendship is cool;  I laugh it up with your crew
And then oooh, I drop the bomb
I turn it off when the lovin’ was about to be on
‘Cause I was doing you wrong and you were loving the thong
Candy coated like the chocolates you consistently brung
I give it up to you ‘cause you supported the flow
And I know I promised to keep shit on the low
But you tagged along so you endured the lime
Every night when we partied with the difficult type
But break it down, A to Z when you was chillen with me
You put the ‘U’ in qUick;  You put the ‘R’ in bRoke
S-T-U-P-I-D, playa know he a joke yo
I travel with a back-up, black vanity with lacquer
Shiny like my legs and my lips and my quips
Pathetic they we heading through the same ol’ shit

I am a Pimpette;  And my career’s set
Don’t think I’ll ever let a playa play me
I am a Pimpette;  And my career’s set
Don’t think I’ll ever let a playa play me

Making wishes delicious; Can’t fit your fist in
Tolerate your style if you’re wildly efficient
Ooh, you is too late for a booty call
I’m wetter than the weather in Seattle in the spring ya’ll
Girls on the left;  Got my bitches on the right
People jealous that my zealous crew invented the night
I ain’t lying, I’m just trying to get kinky in the loft
Here’s the deal, keep it real ya’ll -  Get me off
Mouths dropped, toes curled, eyes rolled back
Stacks of dough on the flo’ like we all sell crack
Here’s the facts, I’m uptight, paranoid and annoyed
Know my mind can’t trust any mother fucking boy
Raised right, did wrong, all day long
Hedonism is the reason that I wrote this song, c’mon
Think that I play;  Think that I’m weak
I’ll ping pong it with your balls as your dignity leaks
Out on the table like a fable for the sick
The dingle is the single organ known to be a trick
So take your magic stick and put it deep in your pants
Here’s a challenge, use your talent ‘til I fall into a trance
C’mon man, don’t be scared of a rhyme
Why the hell’s this gotta happen every mother fucking time?

I am a Pimpette;  And my career’s set
Don’t think I’ll ever let a playa play me
I am a Pimpette;  And my career’s set
Don’t think I’ll ever let a playa play me

God, oh God, dear God, Lordy damn
I’m saying holy hallelujah every moment that I can
Every woman, man, and every child who grows
Has gotta know how to keep up with the naughty little pro
I’m a rotten seed with a sexual need
That surpasses anything that you dreamt in your dreams
Lick it quick, I said flick it fast
I’m thick in the back so spank my ass
Bite my titties, say I’m pretty
Diggin’ it from the tip to the nitty gritty
There’s a whole lotta this so you can’t ignore us
Bring it back to the thing that we call the chorus

I am a Pimpette;  And my career’s set
Don’t think I’ll ever let a playa play me
I am a Pimpette;  And my career’s set
Don’t think I’ll ever let a playa play me
(repeat chorus)

Poke Me Productions
One for the ladies; Gonna get crazy
Don’t get upset that a playa can’t phase me