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I don't say shit, they come to me// they straight lovin
me// later on they fuckin me// I'm silent pimpin// mouth stays zipped, but not my jeans// they get on their knees// it's so
lovely// I'm silent pimpin
- nah I don't walk wit a stride or limp// but the ladies
kno that I'm the silent pimp// anytime they see me they just smile and wink// then she shifts ova so she could ride the
stick// take her to the whip// and I still aint sayin a word like I had sum exclusive shit// I know she thinkin "yo this
dude is sick"// right after sayin "I like how ur jewels is lit"// as she chokes on it, I still don't say shit// and she goes
"wut? Was I supposed to spit?"//my mouth is still closed as her legs open wide//she moans and cries as I stroke inside// can't
figure how I do it without havin to speak?//I can't tell u I still gotta hit half these freaks// the haters say it's cuz all
my chicks are lame//they jus mad, cuz to bag em I don't spit no game
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