Sumn' Like A Pimp Lyrics - Fast Life - Paul Wall

I got (?) on my ride in the black 

I Bet you if i turn you baby I can make em bop 

Got me saying 

Who the fuck you be bitch you know me 

Who the fuck who-who the fuck you be bitch you know me 

I'm sum'n like a pimp(x2) 

(Paul Wall:) 

(Making em bop) 

I'm sitting down in pimp mode 

My trunk bump like a lymph node 

Them boppas gaze and haters haze 

I'm playa made with hemp roll 

I pull up and make them wimps fold 

My wide body big blimp hoes 

That fifth drop down look to the floor 

The trunk glow I'm so dope 

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I'm candy red like Elmo 

Me a simp Oh hell no 

Just ask your girlfriend she'll know 

I got her stuck like Velcro 

I put em under my spell bro 

My mackin' game is real cold 

I'm crawling round the parking lot 

In a 'lac dialup Dell slow 

Catch a glimpse of this thug prince 

With purple rain up in my cup 

When it get tense I never flinch 

That hunter pinch is by my gut 

What the fuck oh thats a nine 

That broad with me oh thats a dime 

That cadillac thats double parked 

Dripping stains oh yeah thats mine 

Photos 

Boys know that I'm bout that bread 

Boppas know they got to give head 

Haters know bout the infrared 

That leave em dead and full of that lead 

I'm one hundred and full of bread 

I'm Paul Wall 

I'll hold it down 

You know me I'm getting mine 

That paper and them dimes