Artist: PeeWee Longway Album: State of the Art (Mixtape) Song: James Harden Typed by: AZ Lyrics I'ma pimp this ho, man ATL Jacob My ho, man, had to pimp my next bitch Mhm That boy Cassius Ayy Shouts out to my old ho, I had to pimp my next bitch Cooked up old my old stove, Henny with my lil' fish Stretch it, James Harden, I'm fresh at every press Switch up on my bomb, got me juggin' with the Mexicans Sackin' up like it groceries, the mops out like custodians I'ma backdoor the bitch like Jodie, I'ma flex on the ho with the Rollie Want smoke? Ridin' 'round with the smoke pole Back to back, jump out them four-doors My shooters on boot and the Quaalude I'ma pull up and do it today I already know how we playin' We cook up in pots and pans I load up a bop with Xans I send 'em on my command We flippin' and juggin' the strand In the bucket, a buck with the gas Fuckin' a thot with the bands The pointers on top of my Rolly Hold on, ho, fuck is you sayin'? Cut my stove on Pull up on me, lil' bitch, all my dough gone Come kick my styrofoam, cuff that ho like Don Juan Cookin' the dope with my left arm 40-Glock gon' get you stepped on I'm sippin' the deuce in the Jones Sixty pointers in the stones VV's, they jump out the charm She suckin' me, give me the dome I play Russian roulette with the chrome She put coke on her tongue and her gums She wake up and traffic the bomb I'm Osama bin Laden with them guns Shouts out to my old ho, I had to pimp my next bitch Cooked up old my old stove, Henny with my lil' fish Stretch it, James Harden, I'm fresh at every press Switch up on my bomb, got me juggin' with the Mexicans Sackin' up like it groceries, the mops out like custodians I'ma backdoor the bitch like Jodie, I'ma flex on the ho with the Rollie Want smoke? Ridin' 'round with the smoke pole Back to back, jump out them four-doors My shooters on boot and the Quaalude I'ma pull up and do it today My shooters on boot and the Quaalude Banana clip, thirty with hollows Chop a brick like a Nakato, yeah Sippin' that Ecat Moscato, yeah Forgi crawlin' through the pothole How much dope can your lil' pot hold? Colombian print at the Scotty nose We slicin' the pizza like Azio's Workin' the bitch out her pantyhose Twenty-one bag of the indo (Gas) Gusher, buster, sippin' on 'Tussin Thirty-eight slow, might be restin', yeah Run up my number like Dutchie Pop out the roof while you clutchin' Add a dick in the drum just like fuck it Let the stick come and cut you like churches Yeah, them hammers got turbulence She bring it back tucked in her girdle I only fuck her when she fertile I re-rock a brick with the Gerber I'm sippin' on lean, I'm servin' I go scuba divin' for the sherbert Make and break, a new face on the shirt Break your knees and your heels when you work, work that bitch Shouts out to my old ho, I had to pimp my next bitch Cooked up old my old stove, Henny with my lil' fish Stretch it, James Harden, I'm fresh at every press Switch up on my bomb, got me juggin' with the Mexicans Sackin' up like it groceries, the mops out like custodians I'ma backdoor the bitch like Jodie, I'ma flex on the ho with the Rollie Want smoke? Ridin' 'round with the smoke pole Back to back, jump out them four-doors My shooters on boot and the Quaalude I'ma pull up and do it today (Now)