Kunci: G# minor
Intro 1
Em
D
Em
D
Em
C
Em
D
Em
G
Em
D
Em
Verse 1
where they at, where they at
I don't want the cat,
Gm
I just want my pockets
Em
Don't speak to me, nigga,
if you're simpin'
C
Say, go get it, bitch, if you're pimpin'
Em
D
Nigga, what kinda hoes do you like?
Em
Fat skin and short tall, that's my type
Keep hopin' loud,
that's what Jesse Jackson said
D
Em
Talkin' about racism,
C
I'm sayin' pimpin' ain't dead
Em
When I put my pimp on,
buy a whole lotta shit
Gm
Em
Show her all my cars,
show the bitch my big house
Set myself up for bein'
Em
I spend a lil' money, nigga,
Em
But I'm settin' my head
up for that pimpin'
So where they at? There they go
Listen, bitch,
you was born with the pussy
Yeah, the word's born rich
D
All your ex need is a little supervisin'
Em
Takin' and breakin' and bringin' that money,
bitch
Em
It ain't no thang to pussy whoop em'
then break em'
Put drops in they drink,
C
they fall asleep, now take em'
Em
Only a trick would fall for that bullshit
So go get it, bitch,
Em
You're leaking ass pimps,
say these hoes just scared
D
Em
You're nothing but simps,
cause them hoes is misled
Em
and I'mma pimp and stay ahead
D
Em
It's a conversation, mate,
Em
D
Em
I got ten bitches all in line
All the money that they make is mine
D
Em
I keep them in check and I don't be skimping
C
I keep them on the track cause I'm pimping
Em
C
Em
I got ten bitches all in line,
all the money that they make is mine
D
Em
I keep them in check and I don't be skipping,
oh
Pimpin' is an art,
real pimps are rare
People think of a pimp with Ca
G
Em
dillac long hair
D
Em
Nowadays we be workin' paid
Strive and drop my saves
C
D
and definitely stayin' paid
Em
Dope boys treatin' these
hoes treat me like a king
D
Gotta keep these hoes mind -content
Em
Let em know when they out there
C
it's me that they represent
Em
The streets is a stage
Em
Only place I wanna see em
is on a corner or a mattress
And she's on a period,
D
Em
ain't no time for a break
Ain't nothin' wrong with your mouth,
bitch, it's cash to make
Fill your purse with condoms,
Em
Only place I wanna see
is on your back or on your knees
Come short of my cash
Dm
and I'ma hit you with this
C
Em
pimping ain't dead at,
D
where they at, where they at?
Gm
motherfucking ass on the track
Em
Making my ends cause I
need my fucking shit
If she don't have it, I'ma
Em
Cause I need my money,
Dm
I need my green, I need my cash
Em
Bitch you better get it, go get it, get it fast
A broke ass bitch,
Dm
some I just can't tolerate
Em
I'ma dispose all you hoes
Em
Funkin' with a lean and I
don't be limpin'
My Mack is in shape,
I'm exercising my pimpin'
Started from the bottom,
worked my way up to the top
I used to sell rocks,
C
now I'm slangin' bitches cop
D
I used to be a young trick
Em
Till I got hip then start
charging for the dick
Like my nigga Spooky Lil'
Em
These funky cock hoes gotta
Em
This dick is one thing you
can't get for free
D
Em
Damn right, dirty bitch, your ass gotta pay me
A grand a night,
D
it's the least you can make
Em
It's your mind I'ma take,
and your pockets I'ma break
D
Most niggas ain't made for this shit
Em
You can't be givin' up the dick
Em
Cause they'll use the pussy
Em
Then be pimpin' you cause
your pussy whoop
D
This is what I chose to do in my lifetime
Em
Make infinity money off of
misdemeanor crime
Now my bitch is sellin' pussy
buying pussy?
D
Em
Pimpin' ain't dead
C
Em
Where they at, where they at,
want his fuckin' dough
I'm on the track looking
Em
He gotta pay like I weigh
and I'm a big bitch
If you come on the track
D
Em
and I break your dog's trim
I'm making my money with lips,
hips and fingertips
I'm tellin' you, baby,
D
Em
I ain't ridin' that car
I'm givin' you head to your
C
Em
dead in the car
D
Hurry up, chick, I ain't got no time to lose
I'm gettin' kicked
with some gator shoes
so drop it like it's hot
Come again, my friend,
I'll make another whole lot
Em
You paid me a hundred for only
five minutes
Now you're gonna tell me
you wanna stand in it
Where they at, where they at,
pimpin' won't quit
They just wanna break a once
-a -month bleedin' bitch
C
Em
The trick tryna play me
Em
He call my shop when I'm
breakin' for his Rolex
Now he's ridin' around town
lookin' up tight
He shoulda had his ass on
Em
And if your hoes didn't
understand what I said
I'm here to let you know, bitch
Em
That Pippin ain't dead
I got ten bitches all in line
All the money they make is mine
I keep them in check and
I keep em on the track cause I'm pimpin'
I got ten bitches all in line
Em
All the money they make is mine
I keep em in check and
I don't be simpin'
Oh, bitch I'm pimpin'
Bagaimana pendapat Anda tentang lagu ini?
PenyetemE A D G B E
AkorEm D C G Gm...
Lebih banyak lagu dari Too Much Trouble
Temukan akor untuk lebih banyak lagu yang bisa dimainkan
Lihat Selengkapnya
Akor populer di seluruh dunia
Akor & tab yang paling sering dimainkan oleh pengguna