Mamacita

Intro Pimp Monologue: [Flaire]

You see a pimp gotta do what a pimp gotta do
I ain’t forcing no hoe
But if she wanna get pimped, then pimping
I gotta do my pimping
I can’t help it
I’m old, I’m flossing, I’m shining
Its cuz of these hoes man
They got me out here looking pretty
Glistening, pinky ringing, mink coats
All that
A pimp gunna do what a pimp gunna do

First Verse: Hanz

I move like John Travolta [dance with me]
You remind me of Mia Wallace [alright]
The way you do them lines, then get twisted up
You do it for the commas
In return I give you Kama Sutra
Got my anaconda so medusa
Cook me Aunt Jemima like you my momma
Then I dip out, I can’t stay cooped up
In a motel room, weekends at Mohegan
Baby show me what medulla do
All that sinning that you do
Go ahead and put it to good use
This ain’t love, just fake ‘til you make it
She wanna grace a couple covers, (ha) take ya time mama

Hook: Hanz

You gon shake it 'til we all get lost
Side to side, every night, lemme break you off
Gotta go, you a pro, baby come with me
Here's my keys, here's my soul, you my fantasy yeah

Real fur over real love
You got that drip drip a nigga been feenin'
We gone rock the boat, then I let you go
You could run from me
But I can pimp you from a mile away

Second Verse: Hanz

Baby prove ya loyalty
Spread ya legs for some royalties
That bosom gon’ pay lawyer fees
Pay that rent while you on your knees
Do-si-do round a missile toe
I know that ass came with two left feet
I know you heard me say ven aqui
Lemme see you walk like its fashion week
I was pinky ringing since the teething ring
Jawbone started dripping gold
First taste of that Cuban Link, make me wanna flip that shit a hunnit fold
Facial features featured front page, still surrounded by some centerfolds
My mink be up in the rafters, and boy I hope you that you taking notes
Come kiss that ring ‘til you cotton mouth
Holy water couldn’t wash it out
You a dry tongue, that mean no rain
But a camel toe will supply some
And I don’t wanna pimp, I just wanna love
But love ain’t shit if they don’t love you back
So, I take your chick, and I then hit it, lick it
Then she take a pic, and then I give her back
The back of me is mink
My collar sterling, her dollar earning
Is her per diem, she work the corner
If she got cold I buy her Patagonia
I pat her back if she bring back a hunnit
She got potential I ain't even frontin
Some Jimmy Choo’s and a little guidance
She’ll be on her way to flying frequent mileage

Hook: Hanz

You gon shake it 'til we all get lost
Side to side, every night, lemme break you off
Gotta go, you a pro, baby come with me
Here's my keys, here's my soul, you my fantasy yeah

Real fur over real love
You got that drip drip a nigga been feenin'
We gone rock the boat, then I let you go
You could run from me
But I can pimp you from a mile away