Truly Pimpin (Version 2) lyrics

[Intro: Sporty Gotti]
Ayy now, hey now, say now
Yeah

[Chorus: Sporty Gotti]
Didn't have a pot to p*ss in 'til the b*tch stopped and listened
Now I got a watch that glisten
Y'all n*ggas' time is tickin', I've been up knockin' b*tches
Poppin' these propositions, y'all n*ggas stop pretending
b*tch, don't fight the pimpin'
This my true religion, f*ck around start a new division
I be truly pimpin', mmm
Said I've been up knockin' b*tches, poppin' these propositions
That sh*t's truly pimpin', mmm
Said I've been up knockin' b*tches, poppin' these propositions

[Verse: Sporty Gotti]
I'ma get a b*tch the best solution, that's prostitution
Gotta stop with the nonsense
Really ain't no substitution, that's in conclusion
b*tch, hop in the c*ckpit
Out the window with the hot sh*t
I be all about a profit
And when it come to the stop, b*tch
I'ma leave a stain on her brain with a whole lotta good game
She gon' put it in my pocket
Told her, "Watch this
I'll f*ck around and get Pimp of the Year because these n*ggas is weird
And I pour the Henny, I ain't sippin' a beer
The b*tch ain't got nothin' to fear because the ism is here
And I be sharper than a thumbtack
Got a leaf on dumb fat, got him high off contact
Now my ex ho on a low talkin' 'bout she wanna come back
The b*tch nothin' but a dumb rat
Somebody get him a clue, this pimp hop, not the rhythm and blues
Ain't got her ready to choose
I probably sound like a riddle to you
But I'll show you what the ism'll do and I ain't breakin' the rules
When me and pimpin' had a chit-chat, he was tryna get the b*tch back
I pulled up in a pimp hat
Told him that the b*tch on the track with them heels on click clack
Now motherf*cker, can you dig that?
I'm a big mack with the secret sauce
They wanna know what a feature cost
I'm knockin' leeches off
A lotta n*ggas in the streets is soft
And I'm a boss, ask Meek and Ross
But you the type to get a b*tch a hot dub
At the strip club for a quick hug and a di*k rub
But in the hood with it like a big thug
With the big drugs and a big guns tryna kill somethin'
It's the big P-I-M-P, gotta add a I-N-G
Probably gon' fly in three, no lie on me
Pretty lil' 304, we in room 503
And it's AOB, ain't nothin' but some PGO
Like why they wanna hate on me?
Said it's AOB, ain't nothin' but some PGO
Breakin' on a H-O-E
[Chorus: Sporty Gotti]
Didn't have a pot to p*ss in 'til the b*tch stopped and listened
Now I got a watch that glisten
Y'all n*ggas' time is tickin', I've been up knockin' b*tches
Poppin' these propositions, y'all n*ggas stop pretending
b*tch, don't fight the pimpin'
This my true religion, f*ck around start a new division
I be truly pimpin', mmm
Said I've been up knockin' b*tches, poppin' these propositions
That sh*t's truly pimpin', mmm
Said I've been up knockin' b*tches, poppin' these propositions