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"Cassette Deck"
[feat. Bun B, Slim Thug & DJ Scream]

Pimp see in my cassette deck,
Pimp see in my cassette deck.

[Verse 1:]
I'm just way too chill,
I live way too chill.
Born a hustle like I'm chad Butler,
And you know I keep a tall cup a
Try to pop me a pill
I'm just way too thill.
I'm riding dirty in my Benzo,
I'm pimping women, I've got ten hoes,
Pumping a bucket full of stones,
And you know I'm smoking strong.
You know my partners put me on,
I call it bumpy on the phone.
Cause my nigga's so dope,
And all my niggas so dope.

Pimp see in my cassette deck,
Pimp see in my cassette deck.

[Verse 2:]
Pimp see in my cassette deck,
Banging out of our head set
Talking about some pussy that he left
And then he muted it like a deaf.
This is the life of a jet set,
But jassy yellow pop as you just met,
Bust it open and leave it dead there.
This is the life of a king,
Money and power and jury that pleen,
Bitches that bathe you and kiss on your ring,
When they kiss on your ring I'm off to the Benz.
Cause we got cars that cost like a house
Houses that cost like a sub-division
Bitches I see and I love the position
So no interrupt in this snug position
I'm truly the most, really the now,
Haters watching but still I'm a bow
Putting them off, they rip off the wall
Gladiators that would kill if I call.
We got work in the walls,
The money is under the floor,
And the guns is in every room,
To get you hands up if you come to the door.
Better know who has the town
Ripping the life and I'm holding it down
Give a fuck if you like how it sounds
Get all the texts they're fucking around.
So I grap on my top, leave in my fifth, pump in my trunk.
Junk in the deuce while I'm sipping my juice
And I'm turning it up, bitch, I'm getting it crawl.

Pimp see in my cassette deck,
Pimp see in my cassette deck.

[Verse 3:]
Pimp see in my cassette deck,
Cadi' paint dripping,
A hundred tho' on my neck,
Pay cash, no check.
Rip microphones like I'm sweet James Jones
Still can't believe that my nigga be gone.
Prones brokes poking at the side of the Cadi'
Keep a set of sexy yellers riding in Bugatti.
But it's for the money, never for the honey,
I'm a real nigga, she can't get shit from me.
I make the hoes pay me,
Pimping bought me this Mercedes
Ever since I was a baby had the ladies going crazy.
Ain't got a pimp cup, but I got a sip cup,
Double that money, full of that purple stuff.
That big moe, that pimp seat,
That DJ scrootch, real niggas feel me.
And I'm a stay real till the nigga kill me
Even after that I'll still be forever known still.

Pimp see in my cassette deck,
Pimp see in my cassette deck.

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