COLE PIMP (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J) şarkı sözleri

She lovin' it, she lovin' it, she love it here She keep tellin' me to stay, she know I gotta go I might tell a joke, but I'd never tell a lie I told her pick a side, told mama hit my line No hesi', no hesi', no hesitation She ain't got no patience, already want a vacation Only been for me like two months and already thinkin' 'bout movin' in Who she think she fuckin' with? She must think I'm a whole trick She want this life Then you got to prove that you could give her this kind of life Because all (Cole, you stupid) Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Lamb chop them like a Forgiato rims though Big player, but I gotta keep me a stan ho My drawers Celine, but my denim came from Rick though I can't leave my house without my Glock, I keep the Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere Ayy, she love it here (Yeah), she ain't goin' nowhere Love the Louis sweater I could never sweat up Blowin' up her phone, man, you gotta do better A ho gon' be a ho, so you might as well let her I'ma keep it P, you know the other three letters Rolls-Royce Cullinan, I ain't gotta say nothin' I ain't got no pick-up line, my car gon' make the ho get in She don't get a piece of the pie, I never cut her in You ain't never broke a bitch, you too busy cuddlin' Break her heart and fuck her friend, fresher than a peppermint This that pimp shit, I make her never fall in love again Ballin' on these hoes, but I ain't keepin' score You know my game go, I'm talkin' all pro Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Lamb chop them like a Forgiato rims though Big player, but I gotta keep me a stan ho My drawers Celine, but my denim came from Rick though I can't leave my house without my Glock, I keep the Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere Cole pimp got them panties droppin', got them panties droppin' I could change her life, so don't act like I ain't got no options All of them niggas that's microscopic compared to a real pimp Hot-heated or cold-blooded or warm-hearted, they still simp Hoes be makin' mad attempts to fuck up a nigga's dough 'Cause they only wanna get rich quick, so they ride on the back of my Ayy, druggin' and poppin', head boppin', she know she droppin', she come with no hand Like she was ridin' a bike, my bitch ain't bi, but she cold be on command Top-notch hoes get the most out the list, uh I'ma get the bag like a top dog finesser Money talkin' to me like: Hey, Alexa Tell me what's the reason for this pimp to get (Yeah) Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Lamb chop them like a Forgiato rims though Big player, but I gotta keep me a stan ho My drawers Celine, but my denim came from Rick though I can't leave my house without my Glock, I keep the Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere