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(CHORUS) Smooth shit, daddy, what you know about it? Pimp shit, what you know about it? So, What you know about it? Eight ball, corner pocket My hustle can’t knock it The game chop it, catastrophic I’m after the profit Pull out a salad out the stocking, it’s popping I popped in the cherry blossom Rocked the Locman in the cockpit You fronting like you hot shit Shake out, dress understated At the steak house Spaced out, deep in the game I pray I make it out Two bitches naked on the couch, crouch Gold Porsche, I’m a clothes horse Your boss thrown in a trough The blow’s soft, you throwing salt on pork You done prick em with the fork Dip em in the sauce Linen cloth, lay on the king Blessings to my offspring And sip the water from the spring Letras de cancionesIt ain’t a thing Patent leather ski mask My feet past a g and a half Pull out the fast European cab Crab? Call it the cooler I’m basically a jeweler You trying to fool a consumer Cubic zirconia, I copped the colt in Mongolia I spoke harmonious at the podium (CHORUS) Smooth shit, daddy, what you know about it? Pimp shit, what you know about it? So, What you know about it? Twist a nino, my bitch like Ginger in casino Pink tuxedo, show machismo Clean your clock, soft toe Reebok Peacock move like a robot Stovetop, Stan Smither Rod Laver cock the hammer Sixteen in the clip, one in the chamber Sure footed The Porsche dashboards wooden Motherfuckers bite the bullet The six forty seats like pudding It’s the position I was put in My bitch arch her back I slip the wood in, can I kill it? Funkadelic, George Clinton Keep it pimping, more convincing Without the tension Mini mansion, Mr. Belvedere Benson Honey dip lit up a Winston Not to mention, expense is the prince’s pretentious, no pretend shit Tennis kicks, tinted lenses My thirst for the chips is tremendous It’s never ending, it’s a win-win Come again (CHORUS) Smooth shit, daddy, what you know about it? Pimp shit, what you know about it? So, What you know about it? From Letras Mania