Pimp Of The Century

AMG

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    [AMG]
    With the mad funk..

    [Chorus]
    AMG, on the go
    Back on the motherfuckin microphone
    It's the pimp of the century
    So bitch pour the Hennessey!

    [AMG]
    (Aowwww) I got a new bone to pick
    and hoes, I got a big bone to lick
    And niggaz been ridin my dick, like an Amtrak
    Niggaz thought I fell the fuck off, but the G's back
    The dog from around the way
    Uhh (L.A., Cal-i-for-ni-a)
    And baby I bust 'em in
    Hoodrats hoes can't even just ride the dick
    And niggaz been houndin me
    I'll be out, they surroundin me
    but never is they clownin me
    And this ain't "Bangin on Wax"
    But let me get straight to the facts
    I ain't no blood or crip
    but I got a glock 23 with a couple of clips
    And gold diggin hoes get the 22
    (Buzzin) buzzin and you bug my crew

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    [Chorus x2]

    [AMG]
    (Aowwww) I used to drink Olde E, now I sip Moet
    Hangin with the jet set
    And the hoes know my records sell (records sell)
    So they all eat a dick up well
    From state to state, they can't wait
    for me to rock a show, then I'ma knock your hoe
    Countin dates in my gated estate
    (Ya fool) I got your girl naked in the pool
    (Aowwww, hittin that indo) What?
    (She just called her friends so)
    So we can have a big Three's Company
    Two big booties in front of me
    Put my rubber on, before we get to humpin
    Hit it from the back, like she stole somethin
    Bust a big nut, then I'm snorin
    cause when the hoes get to talkin, they borin
    And it's a shame, niggaz fallin for the okeydoke
    The whip appeal is a joke
    And like I said, I'll be your personal 304
    When I'm done, hit the do'

    [Chorus x2]

    [AMG]
    (Aowwww) I'm just a player on the run, havin fun
    in the California sun, hit me one
    And the leather and wood, I got my boys in the hood
    and they ain't slippin while they grip trippin
    Bumpin hoes and, baby if you're fly you're gettin
    chosen
    I scoop a freak like you're frozen
    And I like 'em when they got a little game
    No drama, just a fly little hot momma
    Ready and willin, big booty for the killin
    (What what?) But don't be catchin no feelings
    Cause a hoe is still a hoe, and I can't be witcha
    if 20 niggaz done hit ya, bitch
    I got the 4-1-1, on your hoochie cootchie
    Just a groupie, thinkin you can soup me
    But you gotta be more than a trick tramp big booty
    hoe
    to fade this nigga though

    [Chorus x4]

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