Pimpin' - Exchange (feat. BHM Pezzy)

See, this what happens when you real
Ain't no flaw on your name
Baby girl, you out here playin
Givin' that pussy out to lames
PG Global, that's my gang
Take a trip to ease my pain
Double R down in Miami
I couldn't wait for it to rain
I just touched down in Atlanta
With that fire on me
I might just turn up your whole block
Man, this bitch wide open
And ever since I lost my auntie
My heart cold as Minnesota
Met a bitch down in the NOLA
Rode this dick just like a soldier
Rode it like a soldier
She played in my face
Recked it, she need triple A
Wrestle her like triple H
Pull up, sticky like electric tape
I'm the best nigga she had
It ain't no debate
On my second Percocet
Now we party like Coi Leray
I wish I could call and talk
To everyone I lost
Think she got my heart on lock
I been outside the vault
Claimin' they would ride for me
Looked up, seen her walkin' away
Wish I had a fork, I'd be full
My life was full of mistakes
Really I'm the one
Sooner or later they gone pay me
All my bars just go round
They head and ears
Like some Dre beats
Know I got this Glock
You ain't safe, cause ain't no safety
Nigga, know this shit ain't sweet
Cause I ate the last of the cake piece
This what happens when you real
Ain't no flaw on your name
Baby girl, you out here playin
Givin' that pussy out to lames
PG Global, that's my gang
Take a trip to ease my pain
Double R down in Miami
I couldn't wait for it to rain
I just touched down in Atlanta
With that fire on me
I might just turn up your whole block
Man, this bitch wide open
And ever since I lost my auntie
My heart cold as Minnesota
Met a bitch down in the NOLA
Rode this dick just like a soldier
Rode it like a soldier
Wake up by a freak
She like to sleep with no drawls
Compare me to my diamonds
Bet you never seen a flaw
You can't compare me to them
Man, them niggas soft
Ask about me, nigga
I'm still livin' by that law
I wake up, grab my pistol
Brush my teeth
And then I'm out
You don't want her out here fuckin
Better keep her in the house
She know I might grab some ones
And make it rain until she drown
PG Global, I'm from Maryland
I be in and out of town
Shit feel good to know you real
I know this shit not a gimmick
I refer them to exquisite
If they worried bout a image
I ain't trippin', stand on business
If they play, I'm gon' kill them
I told Pezzy these streets
Need me sell them bitches
Why I'm pimpin'
See, this what happen
When you real
Ain't no flaw on your name
Baby girl, you out here playin
Givin' that pussy out to lames
PG Global, that's my gang
Take a trip to ease my pain
Double R down in Miami
I couldn't wait for it to rain
I just touched down in Atlanta
With that fire on me
I might just turn up your whole block
Man, this bitch wide open
And ever since I lost my auntie
My heart cold as Minnesota
Met a bitch down in the NOLA
Rode this dick just like a soldier
Rode it like a soldier

Written by:
Tyler Walker

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