paroles de chanson Im Pimpin - Trillville
[E40:]
This
that
boy
E40
water
mayne.
Know
what
I'm
talkin
bout
off
this
good
ole
burgondale
coserosolini.
We
fin
to
do
our
thug
disolini
mayne.
Trillville
up
in
this
booth
mayne.
What
is
it?
You
know
what
I'm
talkin
bout?
Real
saucy
real
flossy
mayne.
We
pimpin,
and
that's
what
we
talkin
bout
mayne.
Square-ass
niggas
mayne
tear
up
outta
here
mayne,
You
know
mayne
get
somewhere
where
they
money
at
mayne.
We
bosses
mayne.
You
know
what
I'm
talkin
bout?
Yeeee!
[Don
P:]
Don
P
this,
Don
P
that
Don
P
pockets
always
fat.
I
guess
that's
that
on
that
Better
get
a
tic-tac
fore
you
start
the
chit
chat.
I
ain't
ludacris
but
nigga
get
back
You
like
that
group
criss
cross
You
wiggidy
wiggidy
wiggidy
wack!
And
I'm
a
miggidy
niggidy
nack,
Spit
game
to
these
hoes
like
pimpin
Ken
on
the
track.
Take
a
trip
to
Miami.
Where
the
ladies
love
me
and
niggas
treat
me
like
family.
Trill
recognize
trill
holla
at
yo
folk.
[Where
you
at?]
Over
here
by
lake
posted
on
my
boat.
See
you
a
funny
nigga,
somethin
like
a
joke,
And
I'm
a
money
nigga
somethin
like
nice
dro.
They
say
if
it
ain't
broke
don't
fix
it,
so
I
guess
I'm
gon
keep
on
pimpin.
[Chorus
x2:]
Gals
love
me
(cause
I'm
pimpin)
Lawyers
hate
me
(cause
I'm
pimpin)
In
V.I.P.
(cause
I'm
pimpin)
Wit
my
G's
(cause
I'm
pimpin)
Y'all
niggas
ain't
talkin
bout
nothin
(I'm
pimpin)
Y'all
niggas
ain't
talkin
bout
nothin
(I'm
pimpin)
[Trillville:]
I'm
all
about
pimpin,
mackin,
hustlin,
stackin.
Everything
I
touch
goes
gold
or
platinum.
Camera,
action,
don't
forget
about
the
lights.
Last
name
dough
and
my
first
name
money
right.
The
A
is
the
city,
the
town
is
the
click.
And
I
got
my
own
hands,
I
can
grab
my
own
dick.
I
rep
who
I'm
wit,
that
bird
on
the
vid.
And
last
but
not
least
you
know
that
BME
click.
See
I'm
a
trill
nigga,
so
I
speak
trill
talk.
Dirty
mouth
the
gucci
mayne
got
millions
in
the
vault.
(For
real?)
A
payed
nigga
from
the
Ville,
so
you
hatin
niggas
better
chill
on
the
fake
talk.
Runnin
off
at
your
mouth
like
a
relay.
Well
check
out
how
my
gun
run
this
replay.
Pow!
reloadin
on
yo
bitch
ass.
Sneak
up
from
behind
ya
like
a
snake
up
in
the
grass.
[Chorus
x2]
[E40:]
How
could
I
have
one
tooth
in
my
mouth
and
not
a
scottish
nickle
to
my
name,
And
still
pull
your
bootch
like
a
crane.
Funny
nigga
is
tired,
he
been
dipped
in
sucka
sauce.
I'm
movin
in,
you
can
tell
that
ho
ass
nigga
he
can
get
lost.
Cause
I'm
the
whip
daddy
is,
he
the
whip
daddy
ain't
Mine
look
like
it
been
dipped
in
shellack
his
shit
look
like
spray
paint.
Y'all
be
jaw
jackin,
my
pockets
hella
fat.
How
many
rappers
you
know
that
can
turn
down
a
hundred
thousand,
Can
you
do
that?
It's
the
year
of
the
throw
back
and
I
ain't
talkin
bout
jerseys.
The
original
tycoon
playboy,
I'm
back
like
herpes.
We
burn
pirelli
meat
smoke
up
the
block
and
cause
pollution.
Til
the
tires
bald,
til
they
smooth
like
proactive
solution.
I
like
to
ball,
but
I
ain't
talkin
bout
hoopin.
I
pump
that
weight
like
they
do
in
the
institution.
Yo
partnas
in
the
club
lookin
like
they
gamin.
My
partnas
in
the
club
lookin
like
the
mafia.
[Chorus
x2]
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