Lyrics: Too $hort. Chase The Cat. Late Nite Creep.

I, I only see em' on the late night creep
And I, I fuck her good and never fall asleep
'Cause I, I'm just a big ol' pimp I run so deep
And it's alright, she opened up 'cause I don't have the key

Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off
Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off
Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off
Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off

Damn, I'm about to smack this
Peepable brown miraculous, glutious-maximus, shorty is bad as shit
Little cutie got skills like magic dust, her throat skills feels fabulous
(Bling, oh shit)
Nigga motherfucker feel like this an ambulance

Put a nigga in a coma with some bomb ass head
You mad at me 'cause I get it for free you can't, top dolla
'Cause you wanna get made, you heard what I said?
Pussy make weak niggas dead
True dat' that's a thang, take two plus bitch, pass it back

I get ass in the Cadillac, Murder One in the house not havin' that
Get freaky wit' me, shit I'm bringin' ya back
Oh you lovin' this mack 'cause I got your leg shakin' like that
'Cause a nigga's straight killin' the cat

Kill that pussy, make it wet, make it sweat, make it wet
Eat this dick put in the work and get minimal rich, bitch
I'm all about this money, ho
Ho, money keep comin' you wanna bum some mo'

Yo, nigga keep payin' what you want me fo'?
They call me Shorty Pimp, mackin' ho's from here to Flint
I know for a fact it's on again
'Cause I picked her up at 1 A.M.

I, I only see em' on the late night creep
And I, I fuck her good and never fall asleep
'Cause I, I'm just a big ol' pimp I run so deep
And it's alright, she opened up 'cause I don't have the key

Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off
Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off
Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off
Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off

Girl, I like the way you shake that thang
Get it girl, make that change
Like the way you pop, drop, stop, say my name
Girl, I ain't 'bout playin', brown skin with a bow-leg

Head cross on fo'-head, five-eight with her shoes on
She said, "I want what you want"
Now, I'm at her home and I'm fuckin' on her futon
Like girl let's do some'n, I ain't gone cum you cum

Home girl got a true monkey, monkey wanna call that two-some
Come through with henny and coke
Plenty of smoke, plenty of the folks just with me
We ball out pretty, we told on twenty's, we fall out shitty

So if y'all not with me
Y'all see me mob with two ho's
Y'all see em' slob on my knob, mobbin' my bob
Y'all drivin' too close

I know you from Chi-town, pimp her
Break a bitch and lie down in her
Make a little church girl a sinner, don't worry I'm finna'
Put her in a skirt and send her to work

Big pimpin' on the turf, she better use it 'til it hurts
Put the money in her bra and not her purse
Bitch, make that cocky glass then panties always drop fast
Don't ever stuff that ass, just hit me when you got my cash

I, I only see em' on the late night creep
And I, I fuck her good and never fall asleep
'Cause I, I'm just a big ol' pimp I run so deep
And it's alright, she opened up 'cause I don't have the key

Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off
Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off
Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off
Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off