Chris Crack Pimp Hand Level One Lyrics

[Chorus:]
Met her at the function
Money on my mind, it was nothing
Ain't sweating that bitch, I'm getting
These hoes by the dozen, dozen, dozen

[Verse:]
Twist out a baggie, call me daddy
Ask the baddies what they want
Phoning home, plenty that's on henny
Never eat at Denny's, it's a set up
Real recognize real and them
Fakes just flock together
Severed heads of all the devils
And I'm hungry all I had to eat was pussy
I don't pass the ball to rookies
Hit up sky high wanna book me
Looking back on anything
Never got you nothing
Hustle til you can't discuss it
Non-disclosure's posers ain't gon' like your muscles