Now, my version of "P.I.M.P" by 50 cent:
[chorus:]
I don't know what you heard about me
But the bitch can't get more dollars out of me
I'll pay her back when it's fit as I see
'Cuz she's a motherfucking C-U-N-T
[repeat]
Now shorty, back in the day, she was dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Leno, that Skank that Ganja
That Cannabis, Sticky, that Chronic
She feeds him foolish fantasies, he pays her cause he wanna
I kissed a little one night, and my game got her
A hour later, have that cash up in the PayPal
I whispers in her ear saying I think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from the north
I ain't that girly trying to holla or to give some head
I'm that girly trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, can't you see
You're fucking with me, you fucking C-U-N-T
[chorus]
I don't know what you heard about me
But the bitch can't get more dollars out of me
I'll pay her back when it's fit as I see
'Cuz she's a motherfucking C-U-N-T
I'm bout the honey you see, girl you can't rock out like me
If you're fucking with me, you're just a C-U-N-T
Not what you see on TV, no whorey slut, not easy
Head full of hair, bitch you're a C-U-N-T
Come get money from me, if you curious to see
Baby you're just a fuckin' C-U-N-T
Roll joints in your kid's room while you watch TV
I'm more responsible than thee, you're a C-U-N-T
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'd be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
But you went an' fucked it up with your infantile shit
I'm not your friend, your lover, or confidant, bitch
[chorus]
I don't know what you heard about me
But the bitch can't get more dollars out of me
I'll pay her back when it's fit as I see
'Cuz she's a motherfucking C-U-N-T
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a 'Stang, some men, and some jewels
I holla at a boy til I got the dick confused
She got on Payless, me I got on leather boots
I'm shopping for champagne, she's shoppin' for diapers
Man this hoe you can have her, when he's done no one gonna want her
Man, friends will come and go, every real person knows
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch high on weed tryin' to be smart, I'll bet she's got it to an art
Put my new boyfriend down, you'll get your ass reamed
Now see this bottom feeder, she always said I'd need her
I've got enough gnomes in my garden don't need another bird feeder
If she don't cash those checks right now, I'll put a charge on the bitch
Cause I need a divorce and she's holdin' me up
She keeps talkin' shit, I ain't paying the bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, you're a trick
[chorus]
I don't know what you heard about me
But the bitch can't get more dollars out of me
I'll pay her back when it's fit as I see
'Cuz she's a motherfucking C-U-N-T
Yeah, they always say what goes around comes around
In the hood they say, what goes around hoes around
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch
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