Pimp C Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
God damn, they done let a young n*gga in the club
I pulled up to the club in the ostrich
I got ostrich on my feet
I'm in VIP section you feel me?
Imma need all the bad b*tches to report to the middle of the dance floor
Imma need all the bad b*tches to report to the middle of the dance floor
We gon do it like this, check it out

[Verse]
Came in this b*tch with about 30 b*tches
b*tches on my di*k cuz I'm wet like a fisher
Pull up on yo b*tch and spread the hoe just like a swisher
Damn I miss my ex b*tch I might go f*ck her sister
b*tch I got the juice and imma put it in the blender
I got a bad b*tch and she might just let me pimp her
I got a bad b*tch and she don't look like her pictures
I ate her like some catfish, I met that hoe on tinder
Ice around my neck and it be cold just like December
b*tch I feel like Lion King but no I'm not no Simba
Walking on the moon I'm taking off just like a missile
Pull up on yo b*tch and c*ck that hoe just like a pistol
Pull up in a spaceship, you know I'm hitting switches
That b*tch wanna f*ck me, I know she blowing kisses
That b*tch wanna suck me, she wanted me for Christmas
These n*ggas steady hating 'cuz they washed up like some dishes
Pull up with a stick, b*tch I'm feeling like I'm Deadshot
My b*tch like a supermodel when she taking headshots
pus*y got a smackdown, she got me in a leglock
I'm in that b*tch raw and she got be in a headlock
Fred Flintstone on a b*tch 'cuz I bedrock
Pockets on swole, Suge Knight, b*tch I'm 2Pac
Told that b*tch to bend it over 'till she touch her tube sock
I gave that b*tch a half a pill she takin off her tube top
b*tch I'm warming up I'm like an engine in the winter
b*tch give me top and she taking off her dentures
Dancing with the devil baby girl and I'm a sinner
Ballin' real hard, b*tch I feel like Derek Fisher
Shawty poppin' pus*y, throw it me like a pitcher
Knock it out the park, b*tch I feel like Derek Jeter
Got it from my momma so I really wanna meet her
Stuntin' like my daddy I could never be a leecher
b*tch I take flight, jumpman on my sneaker
I don't want yo b*tch cuz she a natty and you can keep her
Taught that b*tch a lesson she a student I'm a teacher
I call that b*tch an as*h*le I know that she a bleacher
Young n*gga ballin' while you sittin' on the bleecher
Big Baby got it, b*tch I'm bustin' out your speaker
No you cannot ride with me my car is a two seater
No you cannot have my number hit me on my beeper
Waves in my hair and they spinning like a typhoon
Buzzin' in my city blowin' up b*tch I might soon
Fly like a propeller I might turn into a kite soon
My b*tch got a b*tch so I might go f*ck a dyke soon
I'm swaggin', I'm flexin'
Main b*tch textin'
Underground King like a n*gga came from Texas
Rest in peace Pimp C
b*tch I'm big pimpin
Money getting longer and my pockets still itchin'
b*tch