Pimpin' - Vado

You know I

Thug 'em

Fuck 'em

Love 'em

Leave 'em

Cause I don’t fuckin' need 'em

Bug 'em, cuff 'em,

Never need 'em

Whatever, you can keep 'em

That be him, and I beat him

Why you not be him?

Man, you can’t see him!

I’ma pimp in every sense of the word

Bitch, come and get your girl, bitch

All food cough, come up in the world sick

Go for a door, end up in the closet

And my missletoe man sporting the portee,

2.50 on the wash, make them nervous

As I trip along, I’m tripping on ens the better

Like the Coupe or the Benz, the better

If she cute, I tends to get her

Small bu, high heel in the boot and the finty sweater

Sick fly!

I’ma pimp in every sense of the word

Bitch, come and get your girl, bitch

Part with nothing

Short, we stunting

Take G-4 flights to London

Parties happening

Bottles cracking

Then we wait back in Manhattan

Every week I’m fashion

Got that Kanye passion

On that Kanye mad shit

Two hundred on the dash in

Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

All niggas being like that

Stop fronting, lil' nigga,

You ain’t like that

Pull out the tool, that’s cool

I be right back

I should make a call to a dude

To get your wife back

Leave every witness

You see us all at the eaters,

Heavy business

When I see you in the streets

You never did this

If I mention do it, like a week

Merry Christmas!

You know I bag 'em

Wrap 'em

Strap 'em

Take 'en

Bring it back

Do it all in the table

Women, appetite wrong?

What I gave you?

Starver have label

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I made my image scable art basel

Rubber bands, no more chance to go angels

Might need a home and range across gable

Yeah, now, fucker, staying NY

You can live both places, cause you been fly

I walk out hostels to the N5

Tryna get a flick from a pimp with a sick eye

Can’t get enough though

What you hustlers gettin' ain’t enough dough

You see this hustler spending?

I give a fuck flow

Ain’t gotta show how I’m living

You know I’m up for it