[{"id":18028521,"name":"Pimpin'","trackName":"Pimpin'","artistName":"Trae tha Truth","albumName":"Slow, Loud and Bangin', Vol. 4","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pimping these hoes\nNothing but a G, is all I expose\nI've been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping since\nBeen pimping since, been pimping these hoes\nPimping these hoes\nNothing but a G, is all I expose\nI've been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping chicks\nThey got no sense, I'm pimping these hoes\n\nA P-I-M-P. is all I modify\nAnd niggas wanna try, but they don't even qualify\nTo even get close, to a nigga named Trae\nWhen I pull out the drop, trunk pop and wave\nThese hoes be bopping, when my screens lit\nI fly right by, so they don't even benefit\nTo get close to me, or S.L.A.B\nWe threw up the deuce, so keep beating your feet\nMy game be out of reach, unseen and unheard\nI wreck so many flows, I'm classified as terd\nShit, who you think showed y'all the game\nDefinition of a guerilla, that's untamed\nSwanging in fo' lanes, when I'm on the cell phone\nWith a dark brown dyke, and a bad yellow bone\nThat's trying to get me home, so they can get it on\nThey wanna get wrecked, so I'm calling Skinny home\nOr maybe even By-Bo, if he pick up his phone\nOr maybe even Z-Ro, if he ain't in the zone\nYou know how we do it, pimping since been pimping still\nPimping never gon be simping, man\nThey don't wanna see a G shining\nOpen up my mouth, and these hoes are gonna be blinded\nLining em up, like they on Soul Train\nLil' Trae off the chain, better get my change\n\nWhen I hit the block, bitch better have my money\nI'm a P-I-M-P, you think it's funny\nAll about my dough, like Pooh Bear to honey\nI'ma keep my hoes hopping, like a bunny\nGet em on stage, and let em work and twerk\nCome out they shirt and skirt, and do a little flirt\nIt don't hurt to come off, a little bit of change\nCause my hoes is bringing, it back to me mayn\nWhen I heat it, it's gon cost a fee I have a thee\nWe fifteen minutes, or you have to ski\nDon't beat your meat, better yet beat your feet\nCause I'm the pimp that's running, these H-Town streets\nI'm a pimp by the way I walk, the way I talk\nYou mad but it ain't my fault, your girl was taught\nTo work something, and bring it back to me\nLil' B, you fake bustas recognize a G\nI'm so thoed when I spit, money, hoes, clothes\nIt just won't quit, been pimping since been pimping\nWas this with million dolla hoes, to make me rich\nDish it's nothing but shrimp, I strut with a limp\nNever been a simp, or a whimp\nKnow the real niggas, is feeling me\nConfidentially, a P-I-M-P\n\nI'm a G from SLAB, pimp in these streets\nStepping out in clothes, that hoes done bought me\nScoping Air Force 1's, hoes that jock me\nJay'Ton the pimp, you don't wanna see\nStepping out the Cadillac, with Kim and Rockell\nCan't forget Shay, cause she fine as hell\nAll a nigga know, is how to make change\nSo I send em in, and out the hotel\nSpreading they legs, and working they mouth\nIt's an everyday thang, in the Dirty South\nIn the game I play, I ain't fin to be broke\nWhen I want my mail, they better hit that route\nAnd keep grinding, I want all of my cash\nIf they don't come pay, then I'm kicking they ass\nAnd sending em back, to the hood where they from\nHit the switch, and burn off on they ass\n\nPimp Skinny, G nigga\nRepresent, and let the game unfold\nRecognize, I done told you hoes\nGirl you know, my game is thoed\nNothing but the G shit, from the pros\nGive me what's mines, or you got to go\nBetter peep the game, and go get my dough\nAnd niggas get to tripping, they can get the fo'\nCause I'm a G nigga, till the day I go\nAnd when I hit the do', commits to cuff your hoe\nLate night fucking, in the middle the flo'\nUntil your bitch say, she don't want no mo'\n(ooh Pimp skinny), you already know\nBeen in my blood, since 1-9-7-4\nNever ever, will I love a hoe\nI just knock em down, and put em out the do'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimpin'\n  artist: Trae tha Truth\n  album: Slow, Loud and Bangin', Vol. 4\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pimping these hoes\n  Nothing but a G, is all I expose\n  I've been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping since\n  Been pimping since, been pimping these hoes\n  Pimping these hoes\n  Nothing but a G, is all I expose\n  I've been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping chicks\n  They got no sense, I'm pimping these hoes\n\n  A P-I-M-P. is all I modify\n  And niggas wanna try, but they don't even qualify\n  To even get close, to a nigga named Trae\n  When I pull out the drop, trunk pop and wave\n  These hoes be bopping, when my screens lit\n  I fly right by, so they don't even benefit\n  To get close to me, or S.L.A.B\n  We threw up the deuce, so keep beating your feet\n  My game be out of reach, unseen and unheard\n  I wreck so many flows, I'm classified as terd\n  Shit, who you think showed y'all the game\n  Definition of a guerilla, that's untamed\n  Swanging in fo' lanes, when I'm on the cell phone\n  With a dark brown dyke, and a bad yellow bone\n  That's trying to get me home, so they can get it on\n  They wanna get wrecked, so I'm calling Skinny home\n  Or maybe even By-Bo, if he pick up his phone\n  Or maybe even Z-Ro, if he ain't in the zone\n  You know how we do it, pimping since been pimping still\n  Pimping never gon be simping, man\n  They don't wanna see a G shining\n  Open up my mouth, and these hoes are gonna be blinded\n  Lining em up, like they on Soul Train\n  Lil' Trae off the chain, better get my change\n\n  When I hit the block, bitch better have my money\n  I'm a P-I-M-P, you think it's funny\n  All about my dough, like Pooh Bear to honey\n  I'ma keep my hoes hopping, like a bunny\n  Get em on stage, and let em work and twerk\n  Come out they shirt and skirt, and do a little flirt\n  It don't hurt to come off, a little bit of change\n  Cause my hoes is bringing, it back to me mayn\n  When I heat it, it's gon cost a fee I have a thee\n  We fifteen minutes, or you have to ski\n  Don't beat your meat, better yet beat your feet\n  Cause I'm the pimp that's running, these H-Town streets\n  I'm a pimp by the way I walk, the way I talk\n  You mad but it ain't my fault, your girl was taught\n  To work something, and bring it back to me\n  Lil' B, you fake bustas recognize a G\n  I'm so thoed when I spit, money, hoes, clothes\n  It just won't quit, been pimping since been pimping\n  Was this with million dolla hoes, to make me rich\n  Dish it's nothing but shrimp, I strut with a limp\n  Never been a simp, or a whimp\n  Know the real niggas, is feeling me\n  Confidentially, a P-I-M-P\n\n  I'm a G from SLAB, pimp in these streets\n  Stepping out in clothes, that hoes done bought me\n  Scoping Air Force 1's, hoes that jock me\n  Jay'Ton the pimp, you don't wanna see\n  Stepping out the Cadillac, with Kim and Rockell\n  Can't forget Shay, cause she fine as hell\n  All a nigga know, is how to make change\n  So I send em in, and out the hotel\n  Spreading they legs, and working they mouth\n  It's an everyday thang, in the Dirty South\n  In the game I play, I ain't fin to be broke\n  When I want my mail, they better hit that route\n  And keep grinding, I want all of my cash\n  If they don't come pay, then I'm kicking they ass\n  And sending em back, to the hood where they from\n  Hit the switch, and burn off on they ass\n\n  Pimp Skinny, G nigga\n  Represent, and let the game unfold\n  Recognize, I done told you hoes\n  Girl you know, my game is thoed\n  Nothing but the G shit, from the pros\n  Give me what's mines, or you got to go\n  Better peep the game, and go get my dough\n  And niggas get to tripping, they can get the fo'\n  Cause I'm a G nigga, till the day I go\n  And when I hit the do', commits to cuff your hoe\n  Late night fucking, in the middle the flo'\n  Until your bitch say, she don't want no mo'\n  (ooh Pimp skinny), you already know\n  Been in my blood, since 1-9-7-4\n  Never ever, will I love a hoe\n  I just knock em down, and put em out the do'\n"},{"id":21232897,"name":"Pimpin'","trackName":"Pimpin'","artistName":"Trae tha Truth","albumName":"Slow, Loud and Bangin', Vol. 4","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pimping these hoes\nNothing but a G, is all I expose\nI've been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping since\nBeen pimping since, been pimping these hoes\nPimping these hoes\nNothing but a G, is all I expose\nI've been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping chicks\nThey got no sense, I'm pimping these hoes\n\nA P-I-M-P. is all I modify\nAnd niggas wanna try, but they don't even qualify\nTo even get close, to a nigga named Trae\nWhen I pull out the drop, trunk pop and wave\nThese hoes be bopping, when my screens lit\nI fly right by, so they don't even benefit\nTo get close to me, or S.L.A.B\nWe threw up the deuce, so keep beating your feet\nMy game be out of reach, unseen and unheard\nI wreck so many flows, I'm classified as terd\nShit, who you think showed y'all the game\nDefinition of a guerilla, that's untamed\nSwanging in fo' lanes, when I'm on the cell phone\nWith a dark brown dyke, and a bad yellow bone\nThat's trying to get me home, so they can get it on\nThey wanna get wrecked, so I'm calling Skinny home\nOr maybe even By-Bo, if he pick up his phone\nOr maybe even Z-Ro, if he ain't in the zone\nYou know how we do it, pimping since been pimping still\nPimping never gon be simping, man\nThey don't wanna see a G shining\nOpen up my mouth, and these hoes are gonna be blinded\nLining em up, like they on Soul Train\nLil' Trae off the chain, better get my change\n\nWhen I hit the block, bitch better have my money\nI'm a P-I-M-P, you think it's funny\nAll about my dough, like Pooh Bear to honey\nI'ma keep my hoes hopping, like a bunny\nGet em on stage, and let em work and twerk\nCome out they shirt and skirt, and do a little flirt\nIt don't hurt to come off, a little bit of change\nCause my hoes is bringing, it back to me mayn\nWhen I heat it, it's gon cost a fee I have a thee\nWe fifteen minutes, or you have to ski\nDon't beat your meat, better yet beat your feet\nCause I'm the pimp that's running, these H-Town streets\nI'm a pimp by the way I walk, the way I talk\nYou mad but it ain't my fault, your girl was taught\nTo work something, and bring it back to me\nLil' B, you fake bustas recognize a G\nI'm so thoed when I spit, money, hoes, clothes\nIt just won't quit, been pimping since been pimping\nWas this with million dolla hoes, to make me rich\nDish it's nothing but shrimp, I strut with a limp\nNever been a simp, or a whimp\nKnow the real niggas, is feeling me\nConfidentially, a P-I-M-P\n\nI'm a G from SLAB, pimp in these streets\nStepping out in clothes, that hoes done bought me\nScoping Air Force 1's, hoes that jock me\nJay'Ton the pimp, you don't wanna see\nStepping out the Cadillac, with Kim and Rockell\nCan't forget Shay, cause she fine as hell\nAll a nigga know, is how to make change\nSo I send em in, and out the hotel\nSpreading they legs, and working they mouth\nIt's an everyday thang, in the Dirty South\nIn the game I play, I ain't fin to be broke\nWhen I want my mail, they better hit that route\nAnd keep grinding, I want all of my cash\nIf they don't come pay, then I'm kicking they ass\nAnd sending em back, to the hood where they from\nHit the switch, and burn off on they ass\n\nPimp Skinny, G nigga\nRepresent, and let the game unfold\nRecognize, I done told you hoes\nGirl you know, my game is thoed\nNothing but the G shit, from the pros\nGive me what's mines, or you got to go\nBetter peep the game, and go get my dough\nAnd niggas get to tripping, they can get the fo'\nCause I'm a G nigga, till the day I go\nAnd when I hit the do', commits to cuff your hoe\nLate night fucking, in the middle the flo'\nUntil your bitch say, she don't want no mo'\n(ooh Pimp skinny), you already know\nBeen in my blood, since 1-9-7-4\nNever ever, will I love a hoe\nI just knock em down, and put em out the do'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimpin'\n  artist: Trae tha Truth\n  album: Slow, Loud and Bangin', Vol. 4\n  duration_ms: 305000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pimping these hoes\n  Nothing but a G, is all I expose\n  I've been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping since\n  Been pimping since, been pimping these hoes\n  Pimping these hoes\n  Nothing but a G, is all I expose\n  I've been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping chicks\n  They got no sense, I'm pimping these hoes\n\n  A P-I-M-P. is all I modify\n  And niggas wanna try, but they don't even qualify\n  To even get close, to a nigga named Trae\n  When I pull out the drop, trunk pop and wave\n  These hoes be bopping, when my screens lit\n  I fly right by, so they don't even benefit\n  To get close to me, or S.L.A.B\n  We threw up the deuce, so keep beating your feet\n  My game be out of reach, unseen and unheard\n  I wreck so many flows, I'm classified as terd\n  Shit, who you think showed y'all the game\n  Definition of a guerilla, that's untamed\n  Swanging in fo' lanes, when I'm on the cell phone\n  With a dark brown dyke, and a bad yellow bone\n  That's trying to get me home, so they can get it on\n  They wanna get wrecked, so I'm calling Skinny home\n  Or maybe even By-Bo, if he pick up his phone\n  Or maybe even Z-Ro, if he ain't in the zone\n  You know how we do it, pimping since been pimping still\n  Pimping never gon be simping, man\n  They don't wanna see a G shining\n  Open up my mouth, and these hoes are gonna be blinded\n  Lining em up, like they on Soul Train\n  Lil' Trae off the chain, better get my change\n\n  When I hit the block, bitch better have my money\n  I'm a P-I-M-P, you think it's funny\n  All about my dough, like Pooh Bear to honey\n  I'ma keep my hoes hopping, like a bunny\n  Get em on stage, and let em work and twerk\n  Come out they shirt and skirt, and do a little flirt\n  It don't hurt to come off, a little bit of change\n  Cause my hoes is bringing, it back to me mayn\n  When I heat it, it's gon cost a fee I have a thee\n  We fifteen minutes, or you have to ski\n  Don't beat your meat, better yet beat your feet\n  Cause I'm the pimp that's running, these H-Town streets\n  I'm a pimp by the way I walk, the way I talk\n  You mad but it ain't my fault, your girl was taught\n  To work something, and bring it back to me\n  Lil' B, you fake bustas recognize a G\n  I'm so thoed when I spit, money, hoes, clothes\n  It just won't quit, been pimping since been pimping\n  Was this with million dolla hoes, to make me rich\n  Dish it's nothing but shrimp, I strut with a limp\n  Never been a simp, or a whimp\n  Know the real niggas, is feeling me\n  Confidentially, a P-I-M-P\n\n  I'm a G from SLAB, pimp in these streets\n  Stepping out in clothes, that hoes done bought me\n  Scoping Air Force 1's, hoes that jock me\n  Jay'Ton the pimp, you don't wanna see\n  Stepping out the Cadillac, with Kim and Rockell\n  Can't forget Shay, cause she fine as hell\n  All a nigga know, is how to make change\n  So I send em in, and out the hotel\n  Spreading they legs, and working they mouth\n  It's an everyday thang, in the Dirty South\n  In the game I play, I ain't fin to be broke\n  When I want my mail, they better hit that route\n  And keep grinding, I want all of my cash\n  If they don't come pay, then I'm kicking they ass\n  And sending em back, to the hood where they from\n  Hit the switch, and burn off on they ass\n\n  Pimp Skinny, G nigga\n  Represent, and let the game unfold\n  Recognize, I done told you hoes\n  Girl you know, my game is thoed\n  Nothing but the G shit, from the pros\n  Give me what's mines, or you got to go\n  Better peep the game, and go get my dough\n  And niggas get to tripping, they can get the fo'\n  Cause I'm a G nigga, till the day I go\n  And when I hit the do', commits to cuff your hoe\n  Late night fucking, in the middle the flo'\n  Until your bitch say, she don't want no mo'\n  (ooh Pimp skinny), you already know\n  Been in my blood, since 1-9-7-4\n  Never ever, will I love a hoe\n  I just knock em down, and put em out the do'\n"},{"id":23999715,"name":"Pimpin","trackName":"Pimpin","artistName":"Trae Tha Truth","albumName":"Losing Composure","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pimping these hoes\nNothing but a G, is all I expose\nI've been pimping since, been pimping since\nBeen pimping since\nBeen pimping since, been pimping these hoes\nPimping these hoes\nNothing but a G, is all I expose\nI've been pimping since, been pimping since\nBeen pimping chicks\nThey got no sense, I'm pimping these hoes\nA P-IM-P is all I modify\nAnd niggas wanna try\nBut they don't even qualify\nTo even get close, to a nigga named Trae\nWhen I pull out the drop, trunk pop and wave\nThese hoes be bopping, when my screens lit\nI fly right by, so they don't even benefit\nTo get close to me, or SLAB\nWe threw up the deuce\nSo keep beating your feet\nMy game be out of reach, unseen and unheard\nI wreck so many flows\nI'm classified as terd\nShit, who you think showed y'all the game\nDefinition of a guerilla, that's untamed\nSwanging in fo' lanes\nWhen I'm on the cell phone\nWith a dark brown dyke, and a bad yellow bone\nThat's trying to get me home\nSo they can get it on\nThey wanna get wrecked\nSo I'm calling Skinny home\nOr maybe even By-Bo, if he pick up his phone\nOr maybe even Z-Ro, if he ain't in the zone\nYou know how we do it\nPimping since been pimping still\nPimping never gon be simping, man\nThey don't wanna see a G shining\nOpen up my mouth\nAnd these hoes are gonna be blinded\nLining em up, like they on Soul Train\nLil' Trae off the chain\nBetter get my change\nWhen I hit the block\nBitch better have my money\nI'm a P-IM-P, you think it's funny\nAll about my dough, like Pooh Bear to honey\nI'ma keep my hoes hopping, like a bunny\nGet em on stage, and let em work and twerk\nCome out they shirt and skirt\nAnd do a little flirt\nIt don't hurt to come off\nA little bit of change\nCause my hoes is bringing, it back to me mayn\nWhen I heat it\nIt's gon cost a fee I have a thee\nWe fifteen minutes, or you have to ski\nDon't beat your meat\nBetter yet beat your feet\nCause I'm the pimp that's running\nThese H Town streets\nI'm a pimp by the way I walk, the way I talk\nYou mad but it ain't my fault\nYour girl was taught\nTo work something, and bring it back to me\nLil' B, you fake bustas recognize a G\nI'm so thoed when I spit, money, hoes\nClothes it just won't quit\nBeen pimping since been pimping\nWas this with million dolla hoes\nTo make me rich\nDish it's nothing but shrimp\nI strut with a limp\nNever been a simp, or a whimp\nKnow the real niggas, is feeling me\nConfidentially, a P-IM-P\nI'm a G from SLAB, pimp in these streets\nStepping out in clothes\nThat hoes done bought me\nScoping Air Force 1's, hoes that jock me\nJay'Ton the pimp, you don't wanna see\nStepping out the Cadillac\nWith Kim and Rockell\nCan't forget Shay, cause she fine as hell\nAll a nigga know, is how to make change\nSo I send em in, and out the hotel\nSpreading they legs, and working they mouth\nIt's an everyday thang, in the Dirty South\nIn the game I play, I ain't fin to be broke\nWhen I want my mail\nThey better hit that route\nAnd keep grinding, I want all of my cash\nIf they don't come pay\nThen I'm kicking they ass\nAnd sending em back\nTo the hood where they from\nHit the switch, and burn off on they ass\nPimp Skinny, G nigga\nRepresent, and let the game unfold\nRecognize, I done told you hoes\nGirl you know, my game is thoed\nNothing but the G shit, from the pros\nGive me what's mines, or you got to go\nBetter peep the game, and go get my dough\nAnd niggas get to tripping\nThey can get the fo'\nCause I'm a G nigga, till the day I go\nAnd when I hit the do'\nCommit's to cuff your hoe\nLate night fucking, in the middle the flo'\nUntil your bitch say, she don't want no mo'\n(ooh Pimp skinny) , you already know\nBeen in my blood, since 1-9-7-4\nNever ever, will I love a hoe\nI just knock em down, and put em out the do'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimpin\n  artist: Trae Tha Truth\n  album: Losing Composure\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pimping these hoes\n  Nothing but a G, is all I expose\n  I've been pimping since, been pimping since\n  Been pimping since\n  Been pimping since, been pimping these hoes\n  Pimping these hoes\n  Nothing but a G, is all I expose\n  I've been pimping since, been pimping since\n  Been pimping chicks\n  They got no sense, I'm pimping these hoes\n  A P-IM-P is all I modify\n  And niggas wanna try\n  But they don't even qualify\n  To even get close, to a nigga named Trae\n  When I pull out the drop, trunk pop and wave\n  These hoes be bopping, when my screens lit\n  I fly right by, so they don't even benefit\n  To get close to me, or SLAB\n  We threw up the deuce\n  So keep beating your feet\n  My game be out of reach, unseen and unheard\n  I wreck so many flows\n  I'm classified as terd\n  Shit, who you think showed y'all the game\n  Definition of a guerilla, that's untamed\n  Swanging in fo' lanes\n  When I'm on the cell phone\n  With a dark brown dyke, and a bad yellow bone\n  That's trying to get me home\n  So they can get it on\n  They wanna get wrecked\n  So I'm calling Skinny home\n  Or maybe even By-Bo, if he pick up his phone\n  Or maybe even Z-Ro, if he ain't in the zone\n  You know how we do it\n  Pimping since been pimping still\n  Pimping never gon be simping, man\n  They don't wanna see a G shining\n  Open up my mouth\n  And these hoes are gonna be blinded\n  Lining em up, like they on Soul Train\n  Lil' Trae off the chain\n  Better get my change\n  When I hit the block\n  Bitch better have my money\n  I'm a P-IM-P, you think it's funny\n  All about my dough, like Pooh Bear to honey\n  I'ma keep my hoes hopping, like a bunny\n  Get em on stage, and let em work and twerk\n  Come out they shirt and skirt\n  And do a little flirt\n  It don't hurt to come off\n  A little bit of change\n  Cause my hoes is bringing, it back to me mayn\n  When I heat it\n  It's gon cost a fee I have a thee\n  We fifteen minutes, or you have to ski\n  Don't beat your meat\n  Better yet beat your feet\n  Cause I'm the pimp that's running\n  These H Town streets\n  I'm a pimp by the way I walk, the way I talk\n  You mad but it ain't my fault\n  Your girl was taught\n  To work something, and bring it back to me\n  Lil' B, you fake bustas recognize a G\n  I'm so thoed when I spit, money, hoes\n  Clothes it just won't quit\n  Been pimping since been pimping\n  Was this with million dolla hoes\n  To make me rich\n  Dish it's nothing but shrimp\n  I strut with a limp\n  Never been a simp, or a whimp\n  Know the real niggas, is feeling me\n  Confidentially, a P-IM-P\n  I'm a G from SLAB, pimp in these streets\n  Stepping out in clothes\n  That hoes done bought me\n  Scoping Air Force 1's, hoes that jock me\n  Jay'Ton the pimp, you don't wanna see\n  Stepping out the Cadillac\n  With Kim and Rockell\n  Can't forget Shay, cause she fine as hell\n  All a nigga know, is how to make change\n  So I send em in, and out the hotel\n  Spreading they legs, and working they mouth\n  It's an everyday thang, in the Dirty South\n  In the game I play, I ain't fin to be broke\n  When I want my mail\n  They better hit that route\n  And keep grinding, I want all of my cash\n  If they don't come pay\n  Then I'm kicking they ass\n  And sending em back\n  To the hood where they from\n  Hit the switch, and burn off on they ass\n  Pimp Skinny, G nigga\n  Represent, and let the game unfold\n  Recognize, I done told you hoes\n  Girl you know, my game is thoed\n  Nothing but the G shit, from the pros\n  Give me what's mines, or you got to go\n  Better peep the game, and go get my dough\n  And niggas get to tripping\n  They can get the fo'\n  Cause I'm a G nigga, till the day I go\n  And when I hit the do'\n  Commit's to cuff your hoe\n  Late night fucking, in the middle the flo'\n  Until your bitch say, she don't want no mo'\n  (ooh Pimp skinny) , you already know\n  Been in my blood, since 1-9-7-4\n  Never ever, will I love a hoe\n  I just knock em down, and put em out the do'\n"},{"id":37697678,"name":"Pimpin'","trackName":"Pimpin'","artistName":"Trae Tha Truth","albumName":"Slow, Loud and Bangin', Vol. 4","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pimping these hoes\nNothing but a G, is all I expose\nI've been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping since\nBeen pimping since, been pimping these hoes\nPimping these hoes\nNothing but a G, is all I expose\nI've been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping chicks\nThey got no sense, I'm pimping these hoes\n\nA P-I-M-P. is all I modify\nAnd niggas wanna try, but they don't even qualify\nTo even get close, to a nigga named Trae\nWhen I pull out the drop, trunk pop and wave\nThese hoes be bopping, when my screens lit\nI fly right by, so they don't even benefit\nTo get close to me, or S.L.A.B\nWe threw up the deuce, so keep beating your feet\nMy game be out of reach, unseen and unheard\nI wreck so many flows, I'm classified as terd\nShit, who you think showed y'all the game\nDefinition of a guerilla, that's untamed\nSwanging in fo' lanes, when I'm on the cell phone\nWith a dark brown dyke, and a bad yellow bone\nThat's trying to get me home, so they can get it on\nThey wanna get wrecked, so I'm calling Skinny home\nOr maybe even By-Bo, if he pick up his phone\nOr maybe even Z-Ro, if he ain't in the zone\nYou know how we do it, pimping since been pimping still\nPimping never gon be simping, man\nThey don't wanna see a G shining\nOpen up my mouth, and these hoes are gonna be blinded\nLining em up, like they on Soul Train\nLil' Trae off the chain, better get my change\n\nWhen I hit the block, bitch better have my money\nI'm a P-I-M-P, you think it's funny\nAll about my dough, like Pooh Bear to honey\nI'ma keep my hoes hopping, like a bunny\nGet em on stage, and let em work and twerk\nCome out they shirt and skirt, and do a little flirt\nIt don't hurt to come off, a little bit of change\nCause my hoes is bringing, it back to me mayn\nWhen I heat it, it's gon cost a fee I have a thee\nWe fifteen minutes, or you have to ski\nDon't beat your meat, better yet beat your feet\nCause I'm the pimp that's running, these H-Town streets\nI'm a pimp by the way I walk, the way I talk\nYou mad but it ain't my fault, your girl was taught\nTo work something, and bring it back to me\nLil' B, you fake bustas recognize a G\nI'm so thoed when I spit, money, hoes, clothes\nIt just won't quit, been pimping since been pimping\nWas this with million dolla hoes, to make me rich\nDish it's nothing but shrimp, I strut with a limp\nNever been a simp, or a whimp\nKnow the real niggas, is feeling me\nConfidentially, a P-I-M-P\n\nI'm a G from SLAB, pimp in these streets\nStepping out in clothes, that hoes done bought me\nScoping Air Force 1's, hoes that jock me\nJay'Ton the pimp, you don't wanna see\nStepping out the Cadillac, with Kim and Rockell\nCan't forget Shay, cause she fine as hell\nAll a nigga know, is how to make change\nSo I send em in, and out the hotel\nSpreading they legs, and working they mouth\nIt's an everyday thang, in the Dirty South\nIn the game I play, I ain't fin to be broke\nWhen I want my mail, they better hit that route\nAnd keep grinding, I want all of my cash\nIf they don't come pay, then I'm kicking they ass\nAnd sending em back, to the hood where they from\nHit the switch, and burn off on they ass\n\nPimp Skinny, G nigga\nRepresent, and let the game unfold\nRecognize, I done told you hoes\nGirl you know, my game is thoed\nNothing but the G shit, from the pros\nGive me what's mines, or you got to go\nBetter peep the game, and go get my dough\nAnd niggas get to tripping, they can get the fo'\nCause I'm a G nigga, till the day I go\nAnd when I hit the do', commits to cuff your hoe\nLate night fucking, in the middle the flo'\nUntil your bitch say, she don't want no mo'\n(ooh Pimp skinny), you already know\nBeen in my blood, since 1-9-7-4\nNever ever, will I love a hoe\nI just knock em down, and put em out the do'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimpin'\n  artist: Trae Tha Truth\n  album: Slow, Loud and Bangin', Vol. 4\n  duration_ms: 241000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pimping these hoes\n  Nothing but a G, is all I expose\n  I've been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping since\n  Been pimping since, been pimping these hoes\n  Pimping these hoes\n  Nothing but a G, is all I expose\n  I've been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping chicks\n  They got no sense, I'm pimping these hoes\n\n  A P-I-M-P. is all I modify\n  And niggas wanna try, but they don't even qualify\n  To even get close, to a nigga named Trae\n  When I pull out the drop, trunk pop and wave\n  These hoes be bopping, when my screens lit\n  I fly right by, so they don't even benefit\n  To get close to me, or S.L.A.B\n  We threw up the deuce, so keep beating your feet\n  My game be out of reach, unseen and unheard\n  I wreck so many flows, I'm classified as terd\n  Shit, who you think showed y'all the game\n  Definition of a guerilla, that's untamed\n  Swanging in fo' lanes, when I'm on the cell phone\n  With a dark brown dyke, and a bad yellow bone\n  That's trying to get me home, so they can get it on\n  They wanna get wrecked, so I'm calling Skinny home\n  Or maybe even By-Bo, if he pick up his phone\n  Or maybe even Z-Ro, if he ain't in the zone\n  You know how we do it, pimping since been pimping still\n  Pimping never gon be simping, man\n  They don't wanna see a G shining\n  Open up my mouth, and these hoes are gonna be blinded\n  Lining em up, like they on Soul Train\n  Lil' Trae off the chain, better get my change\n\n  When I hit the block, bitch better have my money\n  I'm a P-I-M-P, you think it's funny\n  All about my dough, like Pooh Bear to honey\n  I'ma keep my hoes hopping, like a bunny\n  Get em on stage, and let em work and twerk\n  Come out they shirt and skirt, and do a little flirt\n  It don't hurt to come off, a little bit of change\n  Cause my hoes is bringing, it back to me mayn\n  When I heat it, it's gon cost a fee I have a thee\n  We fifteen minutes, or you have to ski\n  Don't beat your meat, better yet beat your feet\n  Cause I'm the pimp that's running, these H-Town streets\n  I'm a pimp by the way I walk, the way I talk\n  You mad but it ain't my fault, your girl was taught\n  To work something, and bring it back to me\n  Lil' B, you fake bustas recognize a G\n  I'm so thoed when I spit, money, hoes, clothes\n  It just won't quit, been pimping since been pimping\n  Was this with million dolla hoes, to make me rich\n  Dish it's nothing but shrimp, I strut with a limp\n  Never been a simp, or a whimp\n  Know the real niggas, is feeling me\n  Confidentially, a P-I-M-P\n\n  I'm a G from SLAB, pimp in these streets\n  Stepping out in clothes, that hoes done bought me\n  Scoping Air Force 1's, hoes that jock me\n  Jay'Ton the pimp, you don't wanna see\n  Stepping out the Cadillac, with Kim and Rockell\n  Can't forget Shay, cause she fine as hell\n  All a nigga know, is how to make change\n  So I send em in, and out the hotel\n  Spreading they legs, and working they mouth\n  It's an everyday thang, in the Dirty South\n  In the game I play, I ain't fin to be broke\n  When I want my mail, they better hit that route\n  And keep grinding, I want all of my cash\n  If they don't come pay, then I'm kicking they ass\n  And sending em back, to the hood where they from\n  Hit the switch, and burn off on they ass\n\n  Pimp Skinny, G nigga\n  Represent, and let the game unfold\n  Recognize, I done told you hoes\n  Girl you know, my game is thoed\n  Nothing but the G shit, from the pros\n  Give me what's mines, or you got to go\n  Better peep the game, and go get my dough\n  And niggas get to tripping, they can get the fo'\n  Cause I'm a G nigga, till the day I go\n  And when I hit the do', commits to cuff your hoe\n  Late night fucking, in the middle the flo'\n  Until your bitch say, she don't want no mo'\n  (ooh Pimp skinny), you already know\n  Been in my blood, since 1-9-7-4\n  Never ever, will I love a hoe\n  I just knock em down, and put em out the do'\n"},{"id":38794380,"name":"Pimpin","trackName":"Pimpin","artistName":"Trae tha Truth","albumName":"S.L.A.B.ED: Losing Composure","duration":340.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pimping these hoes\nNothing but a G, is all I expose\nI've been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping since\nBeen pimping since, been pimping these hoes\nPimping these hoes\nNothing but a G, is all I expose\nI've been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping chicks\nThey got no sense, I'm pimping these hoes\n\nA P-I-M-P. is all I modify\nAnd niggas wanna try, but they don't even qualify\nTo even get close, to a nigga named Trae\nWhen I pull out the drop, trunk pop and wave\nThese hoes be bopping, when my screens lit\nI fly right by, so they don't even benefit\nTo get close to me, or S.L.A.B\nWe threw up the deuce, so keep beating your feet\nMy game be out of reach, unseen and unheard\nI wreck so many flows, I'm classified as terd\nShit, who you think showed y'all the game\nDefinition of a guerilla, that's untamed\nSwanging in fo' lanes, when I'm on the cell phone\nWith a dark brown dyke, and a bad yellow bone\nThat's trying to get me home, so they can get it on\nThey wanna get wrecked, so I'm calling Skinny 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my fault, your girl was taught\nTo work something, and bring it back to me\nLil' B, you fake bustas recognize a G\nI'm so thoed when I spit, money, hoes, clothes\nIt just won't quit, been pimping since been pimping\nWas this with million dolla hoes, to make me rich\nDish it's nothing but shrimp, I strut with a limp\nNever been a simp, or a whimp\nKnow the real niggas, is feeling me\nConfidentially, a P-I-M-P\n\nI'm a G from SLAB, pimp in these streets\nStepping out in clothes, that hoes done bought me\nScoping Air Force 1's, hoes that jock me\nJay'Ton the pimp, you don't wanna see\nStepping out the Cadillac, with Kim and Rockell\nCan't forget Shay, cause she fine as hell\nAll a nigga know, is how to make change\nSo I send em in, and out the hotel\nSpreading they legs, and working they mouth\nIt's an everyday thang, in the Dirty South\nIn the game I play, I ain't fin to be broke\nWhen I want my mail, they better hit that route\nAnd keep grinding, I want all of my cash\nIf they don't come pay, then I'm kicking they ass\nAnd sending em back, to the hood where they from\nHit the switch, and burn off on they ass\n\nPimp Skinny, G nigga\nRepresent, and let the game unfold\nRecognize, I done told you hoes\nGirl you know, my game is thoed\nNothing but the G shit, from the pros\nGive me what's mines, or you got to go\nBetter peep the game, and go get my dough\nAnd niggas get to tripping, they can get the fo'\nCause I'm a G nigga, till the day I go\nAnd when I hit the do', commits to cuff your hoe\nLate night fucking, in the middle the flo'\nUntil your bitch say, she don't want no mo'\n(ooh Pimp skinny), you already know\nBeen in my blood, since 1-9-7-4\nNever ever, will I love a hoe\nI just knock em down, and put em out the do'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimpin\n  artist: Trae tha Truth\n  album: 'S.L.A.B.ED: Losing Composure'\n  duration_ms: 340413\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pimping these hoes\n  Nothing but a G, is all I expose\n  I've been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping since\n  Been pimping since, been pimping these hoes\n  Pimping these hoes\n  Nothing but a G, is all I expose\n  I've been pimping since, been pimping since, been pimping chicks\n  They got no sense, I'm pimping these hoes\n\n  A P-I-M-P. is all I modify\n  And niggas wanna try, but they don't even qualify\n  To even get close, to a nigga named Trae\n  When I pull out the drop, trunk pop and wave\n  These hoes be bopping, when my screens lit\n  I fly right by, so they don't even benefit\n  To get close to me, or S.L.A.B\n  We threw up the deuce, so keep beating your feet\n  My game be out of reach, unseen and unheard\n  I wreck so many flows, I'm classified as terd\n  Shit, who you think showed y'all the game\n  Definition of a guerilla, that's untamed\n  Swanging in fo' lanes, when I'm on the cell phone\n  With a dark brown dyke, and a bad yellow bone\n  That's trying to get me home, so they can get it on\n  They wanna get wrecked, so I'm calling Skinny home\n  Or maybe even By-Bo, if he pick up his phone\n  Or maybe even Z-Ro, if he ain't in the zone\n  You know how we do it, pimping since been pimping still\n  Pimping never gon be simping, man\n  They don't wanna see a G shining\n  Open up my mouth, and these hoes are gonna be blinded\n  Lining em up, like they on Soul Train\n  Lil' Trae off the chain, better get my change\n\n  When I hit the block, bitch better have my money\n  I'm a P-I-M-P, you think it's funny\n  All about my dough, like Pooh Bear to honey\n  I'ma keep my hoes hopping, like a bunny\n  Get em on stage, and let em work and twerk\n  Come out they shirt and skirt, and do a little flirt\n  It don't hurt to come off, a little bit of change\n  Cause my hoes is bringing, it back to me mayn\n  When I heat it, it's gon cost a fee I have a thee\n  We fifteen minutes, or you have to ski\n  Don't beat your meat, better yet beat your feet\n  Cause I'm the pimp that's 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I play, I ain't fin to be broke\n  When I want my mail, they better hit that route\n  And keep grinding, I want all of my cash\n  If they don't come pay, then I'm kicking they ass\n  And sending em back, to the hood where they from\n  Hit the switch, and burn off on they ass\n\n  Pimp Skinny, G nigga\n  Represent, and let the game unfold\n  Recognize, I done told you hoes\n  Girl you know, my game is thoed\n  Nothing but the G shit, from the pros\n  Give me what's mines, or you got to go\n  Better peep the game, and go get my dough\n  And niggas get to tripping, they can get the fo'\n  Cause I'm a G nigga, till the day I go\n  And when I hit the do', commits to cuff your hoe\n  Late night fucking, in the middle the flo'\n  Until your bitch say, she don't want no mo'\n  (ooh Pimp skinny), you already know\n  Been in my blood, since 1-9-7-4\n  Never ever, will I love a hoe\n  I just knock em down, and put em out the do'\n"},{"id":28972497,"name":"Pimpin' - S.L.A.B.ed","trackName":"Pimpin' - S.L.A.B.ed","artistName":"Trae Tha Truth","albumName":"Slow, Loud and Bangin', Vol. 4","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I know these boppers steady calling me\nSince I'm a pimp, I let 'em know that I don't fuck for free\nI threw the top off my slab, it's swanging like a G\nGripped the remote to my trunk, and now I'm looking clean\nI know these boppers steady calling me\nSince I'm a pimp, I let 'em know that I don't fuck for free\nI threw the top off my slab, it's swanging like a G\nGripped the remote to my trunk, and now I'm looking clean\n\nBoppers steady calling my phone, won't leave me alone\nI'm riding on chrome, and it's a habit\nI'ma be a player for life, that's shining so bright\nAnd creeping at night, I gotta have it\nBoppers steady calling my phone, won't leave me alone\nI'm riding on chrome, and it's a habit\nI'ma be a player for life, that's shining so bright\nAnd creeping at night, I gotta have it\n\nHop inside of my dropper-topper, that's classified as a slabber\nIf a bopper be riding my D, it's guaranteed I'ma grab her\nSuperstar like I'm Fat Pat, swanging off in a black Lac\nSpitting game and I got that, run up in and get out that\n\nAin't no kissing and hugging, no rubbing no loving hoes\nMy mission is to get with 'em, and then I'ma be fucking hoes\nTag teaming with Yung Redd, too much game so we gonna fed\nThe only way for these hoes to see us, is if they coming off bread\nWhy let you fuck me for free, so you can get a reputation\nBetter get your roach ass up out my\nFace, or back hands you gon be facing\nLate night and crawling the slab, floating up the block\n\nI'm a player forever, and my game I put on top\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, set in 1-3\nThese hoes saying Yung Redd, ain't nothing nice\n\nWhatever the price, I keep wearing yellow ice\nI'm top notch, from my shoes to my socks\nPlus the rims on the drop, don't use and then stop\nBut wait, I'm coming up man I can't let these hoes take me under\n\nAnd I don't need to know your name, fuck your phone number\nYou see me in the street, I'm spending money every week\nBut talk is cheap, and most niggas ain't street\nGo ask them hoes in the hood, yeah they know me well\nI hit the block so the spot, can get a cop's hell\nAin't hard to tell, my money too long to fail\nNow when my solo drop, you know it's gon sell\n\nI know these boppers steady calling me\nSince I'm a pimp, I let 'em know that I don't fuck for free\nI threw the top off my slab, it's swanging like a G\nGripped the remote to my trunk, and now I'm looking clean\nI know these boppers steady calling me\nSince I'm a pimp, I let 'em know that I don't fuck for free\nI threw the top off my slab, it's swanging like a G\nGripped the remote to my trunk, and now I'm looking clean\n\nI was blessed to get the game, so I give it back to 'em\nRun up in 'em floss 'em and toss 'em, so much it be amusing\nLaid back on recline, while I'm checking my palm pilot\nWith my hand on the wheel, looking like a pimp when I glide it\nTinted up so I'm private, trying to get away from the boppers\nCreep in the neighborhood, late night on don't stoppers\nI'm a T-H-U-G, repping S-L-A-B\nRiding B-L-U-E, in a B-U-I-C-K\nWith Trae, and we dumping it out the roof\nWith diamonds on every tooth, and you know that we bopper proof\n\nNever gon be tricking change, on another ass hoe\nI'ma hit it and quit it, and that's the way the game go\n\nWhat you know, about a P-I-M to the P\nI'm a player baby girl, I can't fuck you hoes for free\nActing like you my girlfriend, blowing up my cell phone\nKeep it real you just fronting, trying to ride on my chrome\nThat's why I stay one deep, on the creep I ride solo\n\nFa sho' hoe, I know you wanna fuck this fo' do'\nBut no, I push my roof back and pop my trunk open\nSwanging down your block, blasting 84's talking\nChoking you hoes and haters, a player that's me\n\nSilly bitch you thought you played, L-I-L to the B\nBut I'm a G, think about it we wasn't fucking for free\nCut you loose, now I got all kind of boppers calling me\n\nI know these boppers steady calling me\nSince I'm a pimp, I let 'em know that I don't fuck for free\nI threw the top off my slab, it's swanging like a G\nGripped the remote to my trunk, and now I'm looking clean\nI know these boppers steady calling me\nSince I'm a pimp, I let 'em know that I don't fuck for free\nI threw the top off my slab, it's swanging like a G\nGripped the remote to my trunk, and now I'm looking clean\n\nBoppers steady calling my phone, won't leave me alone\nI'm riding on chrome, and it's a habit\nI'ma be a player for life, that's shining so bright\nAnd creeping at night, I gotta have it\nBoppers steady calling my phone, won't leave me alone\nI'm riding on chrome, and it's a habit\nI'ma be a player for life, that's shining so bright\nAnd creeping at night, I gotta have it\n\nHa-ha, let me stop tripping","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.85] I know these boppers steady 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Now when my solo drop, you know it's gon sell\n\n  I know these boppers steady calling me\n  Since I'm a pimp, I let 'em know that I don't fuck for free\n  I threw the top off my slab, it's swanging like a G\n  Gripped the remote to my trunk, and now I'm looking clean\n  I know these boppers steady calling me\n  Since I'm a pimp, I let 'em know that I don't fuck for free\n  I threw the top off my slab, it's swanging like a G\n  Gripped the remote to my trunk, and now I'm looking clean\n\n  I was blessed to get the game, so I give it back to 'em\n  Run up in 'em floss 'em and toss 'em, so much it be amusing\n  Laid back on recline, while I'm checking my palm pilot\n  With my hand on the wheel, looking like a pimp when I glide it\n  Tinted up so I'm private, trying to get away from the boppers\n  Creep in the neighborhood, late night on don't stoppers\n  I'm a T-H-U-G, repping S-L-A-B\n  Riding B-L-U-E, in a B-U-I-C-K\n  With Trae, and we dumping it out the roof\n  With diamonds on every 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