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Goldy - Prostitute lyrics
[ VERSE 1 ] She's a price-tag prostitute, so I got to shoot And if my game is right, man, then I can knock her boots Because to me a girlfriend is of past tense They fucked me good, but broke me for my last cents I was a lemon treatin tramps like women Never understood the reason why I couldn't go in em Now a hoe will think twice before she choose on me Cause all I offer is my dick and my r-a-p But you new boys are simpin, and Thinkin that you're pimpin, and Wouldn't have a rat if you were starvin and limpin, man All you're doin is crossin a real player's game So you sling caine to get a name Know all the Lincolns and the Grants and the Jacksons Bitches at your door, a rich dude givin you action So you kick em down one, two, three, four hundred And when I saw you with the broad, boy, you sho' fronted Loud talker like a father figure But any punk can play her father if his pocket's bigger And you hoes get treated like a child again You don't work or go to school And get beat when you act a fool Go home to dada 255 pounds for you gladly You know you hate the sight of him Damn, but you'se a tramp and if it pays you good, you might love him Don't you have any self-respect? Is the dollar that mighty that you trade him sex? Now tell me, what does that price include? Will you suck me and fuck me and dance in the nude? Well, now you got me trippin, baby I could buy your freak, toss her up, and call her my lady? Well, that sounds pretty damn reasonable I'll just pay her, if that's all that's pleasin the hoe What does that sound like to you? Well, for the right price, player, you got yourself a prostitute [ VERSE 2 ] I once had a bitch named Anne-Marie Fucked her sister and her mother down her family tree She was just another prospect, a player had to test her Flashed my money, played dumb like Uncle Fester Make her think that I'm her sugar daddy She can lick me, cause I'm full of candy Man, I got her bitin, she thinks she found herself a sucker But I'm a pricer, let's see how much it is to fuck her And if she got a cheap price ring Cool, then I won't buy her nice things You see, her values are low, her self-respect is minimal 30 dollars is a steal, makes me feel like a criminal 10 for the movies, 20 for an entree Take her to the house and tossed her up the sautee Dip her, then I flip her on her tummy first Yeah, you know I gotta get my money's worth You see, the rule of the game is, you pay to play See, I call her up, and it's cool for me anyday All there is is an initiation fee Fronted one time, now it's always free But a sucker-punk mark keeps payin the freak Got sprung on the pussy cause his game was weak You better hope you can afford the hoe Cause if you miss a month the rate, she'll be out the do' Lookin for the highest bidder that wants to get with her Punks lease her with an option to buy, but I rent her 30 dollars and I made you sin? It was cool for a night, now I'ma trade you in And let me tell you bout the trade-in policy You trade a freak in and get a woman with quality One with values and high standards Not a freak with no fuckin manners I need more than a piece of meat Most freaks can only fuck bare gettin sleep What does that sound like to you? Well, for the right price, player, you got yourself a prostitute [ VERSE 3 ] There's a fine line between a girlfriend and a prostitute But you'se a trick, you thought she loves you, but it's not the truth It's always odd when you're fuckin your lady That you always seem to fuck her on payday So when you're 200 short, you never trip A good fuck and 'I love you' is some bullshit It's a routine, not a new thing, every paycheck She was bitchin last night, now she's alright You never tripped on her attitude adjustment On payday she be callin you her husband I got a plead with my homies Because when I was broke a lotta bitches didn't know me Shit like this occurs cause of punks like you Give em money, pay they rent, buy they clothes and buy they food The hoes get spoiled and sprung on the treatment If you step to her broke, then you're turned down frequent Yeah, you got your high-siders in the drop coupes Let her ride front seat, then you knock boots Girls try to play real sweet and innocent But what they really want is salary and benefits Damn, I ain't sayin I'm a stingy miser But if you play me like a punk, you'll be layin in kaiser Usin sex as a bargainin tool So you can get my credit cards and charge em up, fool Hoes posin as girlfriends tryin to get over on me Playin themselves just like a tramp, I do em like ??? Now I got another victim, so let me get a quick one My pants on one leg when I pound and never kiss em Shit, you wanna act like a hoe? Then be a real one I'ma treat you like you ought, make you feel dumb When I'm fuckin I'ma yank it out Shove you in your ass, make you fall on your face so you think about How cheap and sleazy and trampy and stragglin you really are For some money or to ride in someone's silly car Don't you feel like a jackass? Man, on your hands and knees that fast A little dinner and a movie is a joke Cause when it's over, you're still goin home broke Now to all the homeboys, let me ask you somethin How many of y'all know you got a real woman? Try to analyze and think practical Cause if she's sellin you her sex, then you smack the hoe And stop callin her your girlfriend And treat her like she wants you to Just like a prostitute |
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