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Coup (The) - "Pimps (Free Stylin At The Fortune 500 Club)"
Lyrics to Pimps (Free Stylin At The Fortune 500 Club) : Fuck no I aint got no Grey Poupon Well anyway I said thats no burglar that my butler hahaha Mr. Rockafella let me in on the gossip I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something Yes we have this thing we do with our voices We sing like authentic rappers Well then could you muster it for us (David you must do) Well if they could make this music more funky Let me see if i can get my voice like those rappers [clears throat] Here we go Well if youre blind as Helen Keller You could see Im David Rockafella So much cash up in my bathroom is a ready teller Im outragous, I work in stages, like syphills But no need for prophylactics I am up your own, so me know wretched aint funk But my cream got amino acid Keep my hoes in check no rebellions If your ass occur shit it wouldnt be the first time I done make a massacre, nigga please how you figure these Motherfuckers like me got stocks bonds and securites No impurities, straight anglo saxon when my family got their sex on Dont let me get my flex on, do some gangster shit Make the army go to war for Exxon Long as the money flow, I be making dough Welcome to my little pimp school How you gonna beat me at this game I make the rules Flash a little cash make you think you got class But you really selling ass and hoe keep off my grass Less you cutting it, see Im running shit Trick all yall motherfuckas as simps Im just a pimp [chorus] That is so cute John Paul, why dont you entertain us with something as well' Well, what should I do' Why dont you rap for us' No, I... Come on old boy I did mine I... Its so tribal Oh very well Oh goody! But hold my martini I have to do those hand gestures We will begin at the commencement of the next measure Now get ready, Im J.P. Getti I am tearing this shit up like confetti My money last longer than Eveready Aint nothing petty about cash I never lose This is just like the straws' But the hoes dont choose, I chose you No voodoo can hoo-do you from getting treated like a piece of boonboonboo Who do you think want those niggaz that dont turn tricks The logo on hoein in 94 is getting 86ed and all about those rebellions, and riots and mishaps I got the po-po for that daily pimp slap The motherfucker gangsta rolling Fleetwood Caddy Im that mack ass already pimped his daddy Let you out like linoleum floors Im getting rich off petroleum wars Controlling you whores making you eat top ramen While I eat shrimp, yall motherfuckas are simps Im just a pimp [Chorus] Oh no here he comes, oh dont look at him Are you fellows rapping' I can do that reggie um er reggae type of thing You know one two three Well actually we were just leaving... And Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk I am Donald Trump me think you mighta heard about me How me last wife Ivana come and catch me money She want all she want this she want the ' of fun X amount of this like this ' gap hear me Hol up your hand if you love the money Hol up your hand if you love punanny Gun pon mi side mi afi kill somebody Because the money inna mi trunk dem wan fi come tek see [Chorus] Well how did you like that then' Well we really must be leaving you Yes yes Donald it was smashing to see you again Something I picked up in the Carribean Yeah yes I remember Why dont you stick around and Ill Ill rap some more for you Oh no no no old boy I think I see Jackie Oh Jackie ah Jackie!! Please please pass the bubbly Well look here motherfuckers we are taking all these motherfucking shit Yeah we are taking all these You besta come off up that coat we are taking these [ Pimps (Free Stylin At The Fortune 500 Club) Lyrics ]
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