Pimpstress - Who Am I? lyrics

[Pimpstress] Cuz I'm the, Pimpstress, the baddest b**h Clothes always baggy for the stitch and the itch Thirty-five oh no, steady hittin' licks Dreams to be rich, and be on top of the list Brown eyes and bow legs, steady turnin' heads f** all the cappin' cuz yo I'm all about my bread Corsege lens, put that down on the Benz Rags to riches and get more grip from my pen S.P.M. Put it down, and left it to me I got that chrome M.V.P., hustlin' loyal dope fiends Rollin' deep, gettin' crunk, smokin' blunts with codeine Sacked the cream, triple beam, platinum records just gleam Poppas, don't wet on your own carpets Hollow tips, I'm on that, puttin' snitches in check Drop gold diggers, floss chrome triggers Dopehouse my crew, at six figures Chorus: Who am I? Pimpstress for life Dopehouse is the family, so I gotta stay tight Wreckin' shows in girbauds, slammin' through the side doors I'm the coldest Latina, in them baggy a** clothes Squeeze lip, pop trunk and recline Woodstrip, candy paint, I owe it all to my rhyme I'm the coldest female rapper in this industry From A-Town to H-Town I put it down for the three [Pimpstress] The dopest b**h in the clique, snappin' them necks Cashin' them checks, what it takes to get wet That's on the real baby, sometimes hoe be actin' shady Disrespectin' a pimp, get a chip, from my three eighty They want beef pimp, then voy a lo piscina Big tits I'll flip, I got'cha chocolate Latina Creamy thighs so lovely, ballas wanna touch me Maybe cuz I'm down to pimp, they wanna f** me Ice on my rings, S.P.M. it's a shame So many k**as on my team, you'd think we're a gang From Austin to Cali, New York to the valley Babies screamin' for the pimp because they know this b**h is bout it Mob affiliated, to run with my k**as, drug dealers Those muthaf**as who be down for the scrilla Pimpstress is what they call me, female roll call Knockin' pictures off the wall, Dopehouse is standin' tall Chorus [Pimpstress] Last but not least, I'm the freestylin' beast My pimp goes on sheets, I pimp my pen like most freaks All them G's that be saggin', this a high dive act Went out with the pimp, I got you comin' so fast Crystal barros, and bezzle champagne S.P.M. put it down, check the emblem on my chain Kiss the pinky ring, get up off your knees Dopehouse is family, Austin, Texas where I be Southwest from the 3, I kick it down from where I see Then you G's you got beef, que pasa? Bounce is dead, and let it be known On this microphone, I stand alone Automatic chrome, underneath my throne Don't make me reach for my heat, or bad heat will meet you home Miss Pimpstress, dismiss your existence Have you callin' me from Hell, long distance Chorus