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The Skinny LyricsArtist: Atmosphere
Album: When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold
From the five-star rooms, down to skid row.
Whether you answer phones, or dance on poles,
Big money escort or broke on a stroll.
He don't care about your stats and background,
He ain't picky once he puts his mouth down
Make you suck it all the way to the ass, now,
Cause all a ya'll heffers are cash-hounds.
At first he was just a little thing,
Had no idea, but he was fuckin' with your veins.
When he was around, you seemed mature,
He helped you calm down and feel secure, sure.
We go get him when we still just kids,
Give em some gifts, get on their lips.
Before they even get a chance to get hips,
Skinny pimp turned a gun to a trick real quick.
fly trick, light it
Gonn' pay all day, but won't never get away from skinny, white pimp.
I know you feel like you can't live without him
And you're still too embarrassed to tell your parents about him.
It's kinda crazy how he's on your mouth,
Every time you need a little bit, he'll help you out.
Ain't no kitten gonna play that shark,
Shake you down, make his mark,
Take you down, break your heart,
And don't give a damn for anything that came apart.
Some try anything to leave him,
I've seen some even put themselves in treatment.
Some get away, but still gotta keep lookin' over their shoulder forever,
That ain't freedom.
Take his tax, makes you love it,
Same old trap, but ain't you above this shit?
He'll beat your ass in public,
Now suck that skinny, white pimp dick, suck it.
[Chorus x 2]
First thing you wake up to; your pimp.
Don't forget to pay up to your pimp.
Get that money, give it here,
Keep a bitch in that staple for fifty years.
He ain't scared of the law or the cops,
Got em paid off, some kinda trade-off.
Gonna stay in the pocket as long as the money stay long, upper hand stay strong.
It's like you don't know or care,
He's right there in your clothes and hair,
You never let him in your home,
I can smell his breath on this microphone.
Your lips taste like his dick,
I can always tell when he's been in your whip.
Just one of a million tricks,
Now take your ass outside, go talk to your pimp.
Hey baby, I need to change,
On top of that, I need to keep the change.
Motherfuckers put a filter on my brain,
All the cigarettes of the world get together and sing.
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