P.I.M.P. (Hedegaard Remix) HEDEGAARD

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[Intro]
What you heard about, what you heard about, what you heard about me
P-I-M-P
What you heard about, what you heard about, what you heard about me
P-I-M-P
What you heard about, what you heard about, what you heard about me
P-I-M-P
What you heard about, what you heard about, what you heard about me
P-I-M-P

[Verse 1]
Now, Shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her, 'cause they want her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see
You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P (P!)

[Chorus]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P