PYS Freddie Gibbs (Ft. DJ Paul)

[Intro]
(You goin' with me, Freddie)

[Chorus]
Pimp them sluts, break them hoes (Light up, nigga)
Ride clean, smoke your dope (Light up, nigga)
Dipped in gold on them Vogues (Light up, nigga)
Evidence that I'm chargin' hoes (Light up, bitch)
Pimp them sluts, break them hoes (You already know this)
Ride clean, smoke your dope
Dipped in gold on them Vogues
My pretty boy smile don't joke

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Bitch
Pretty boy smile, nigga breakin' your ho
Pretty boy smile, teeth white like the blow
Presidential wrist, Whitе House full of dope
Freddiе jumpin' off, I got the dog for the low
Freddie jumpin' off, I got the norf for the low
Smokin' the informant, he involved with the po'
Nigga, ten toes down, never call on the flow
Let them other niggas cap while we gon' ball on the low
Pimpin' your slut, shoot in them guts
Shoot on her face, she gon' lick that shit up
Dipped in gold, back on them Vogues
Want a shot of dick? Then I'm chargin', ho
ATF and DEA I'm dodgin', ho
Still get my Frito Lay regardless ho
Caught up with the work, I ain't call that ho
Lawyer told me they ain't have enough to charge that ho
Pimpin' your slut, that pussy bussin'
Workin' for daddy, two bricks in her luggage
Coke in the carry-on, back in '06
She was whippin' for new Apple Bottoms and Dereon
Mama said, "Don't sell no crack on the telephone"
Tell the police I'm never home
'Cause a nigga dipped in gold, back on them Vogues
Want a shot of dick? Then I'm chargin', ho