Las Vegas PIMP.|
Wild colored Gucchi suits.
Instilled in me from childhood roots.
Alligator skin belt,With matching shoes.
More green in my life,Then i can lose.
Some nights i show off my black stretched Rolls.
Otherwise,Hand in pocket,Hat tipped,Leaning on telephone poles.
Dressed and pressed matching perfect.
Bling so bright the city might short curcuit.
Watching my hoes stroll bye.
Trying to make me money from every guy.
2am blowing up the cell.
Got to pick up one of my bit--es at the motel.
This is how we do from ten through six.
Then i go home to baby momma and get my fix.
Their is know problem or regrets.
As i throw down all the lettuce.
How quickly she forgives and forgets.
It is what it is.
I'm a PIMP in Las Vegas.
ONE LOVE BALANCE.
Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 17-Jul-2007|