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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Akeem Ali
Vocals
Fleetwood Fred
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Akeem Ali
Songwriter
Fleetwood Fred
Songwriter
Darwin Quinn
Songwriter
Kitwan Adisa McCoy
Songwriter
Luke Sampson Crowder
Songwriter
Lyrics
See, you gots to impress the ho before you undress the ho
Be professional but keep her extra close
She could stretch the dough that you bringing in
Just get yo broccoli stack, yo vegetables and before you know it
She sniffing cocaina from Mexico off yo fingernails
If it get hectic though, I don't gas 'em up, I ain't Texaco
Nike send me checks in the mail every time that I check a ho
I kick a bitch to the curb and tell my other hoes they next to go
So they don't feel so special, you dig what I'm saying?
This pimpin' is an artistry, pardon me
Where you ought to be is slanging WAP like Megan and Cardi B
Listen, I got more swang than a playground, these hoes is a mess
Bitch, I ain't falling, I could never be a pimp in distress
Now all this mackin' I been dealing in got me stacking my dividends
A pocket full of change, I gave 50 cent out to many men
I slam my doors, my Cadillac clean as Jehovah witness pussy
Selling moose knuckles and camel toes, all my bitches pushing
Pump the product 'cause it's gone sell in any season
And my bitches don't take a day off of work for any reason
I said what I said when I said it and, I ain't gon' say it twice
Now, if you know the game, then you could play it right
You dig what I'm saying? (Baby)
Damn right
It's all about knowing the game and how to play it
It's all about being a pro
It's all about being a mac
And I brought one of my real player partners from home
Okay now, my blonde dike off of Klondike, picked her up off a day shift
She cut me in on my ends while this caddy float like a spaceship
They adoring, counting this cabbage while bending corners
This bitch is like Ford, I make her focus while exploring her
It's always a treat when the players meet, she wait patiently
Packaging up the product to push the shit from the point A to B
Start by sippin' coffee while talking to my lil' built freak
Silhouettes of the rain on the window pane, under silk sheets
Only time I miss a bitch, that's if I swang and she duck
Flamin' this Mary Jane, I'm more dangerous with this drank in my cup
I ain't slippin', see, I'm equipped with the drip of some straight pimpin'
'Cause if her sister close enough, I'ma dunk her like Blake Griffin
The only way to get on yo feet is to get off yo ass
Walk what you talk, it's gon' cost a boss if ain't involving no cash
Pound the pavement, famous like Amos, off a great pussy
But we only in this bitch to break rookies, great looking Keem
When you're this deep in the game
You gots to know what the hell you're talking bout
You gots to know all about the ins and outs of pimpin'
And it don't get no player than this, baby
One more time for your mind
They call me Mr. Ho taker
I'm hot as hell, bitch, I know Satan and
We don't make no money if yo throat vacant
I plan on riding this wave until the boat shaking
She said she been on the corner waiting long
So I told the ho to be more patient
'Cause if I received a million dollars for every ho that I cared about
I would be broke
And the only thing that's better than deep conversation is deep throat
I just exemplified that I'm pimpified and don't sympathize
'Cause ain't shit gravy, baby, but mashed potatoes and meat loaf
They ask me where I learn all this pimpin', I went to Harvard
I had to tell a ho, "Don't temp me, bitch, you not my barber"
I tell a skeezer to call me daddy, I'm glad that you not my daughter
And make a bitch slang some head and tail but she not a quarter
I got a bitch that gargle dick till her throat is smoking
I know the motions and she ride dick till the motor broken
You dig what I'm saying?
Psychedelic dick in yo pelvis, bitch, what I tell a chick
And still mackin' these hoochies for the hell of it
Do you dig what I'm sayin', baby?
P-I-M-P
Player in my prime
Proper instructions motivate people
Are you player enough?
Can you mac enough?
Do you have what it takes to really be a player?
Pussy is my purpose
It's what I do
Ride on, baby
Written by: Akeem Ali, C Gutta Beatz, Fleetwood Fred