PAMPER PAMPER lyrics
by Mike Dimes
[Verse 1: Mike Dimes]
When that cash get to that asphalt (Asphalt)
Time gon' hit you faster than the speed up on my dashboard (Speed)
Pimpin' before pleasure, twenty seconds, unleash hell on 'em (Gang)
Promise that I live the sh*t they rapped, I just excelled in it
Honestly, I can give a f*ck about the model hoes
'Cause honestly, I discretely f*cked all of the model hoes
Honestly, twenty-K, I spent to get a bigger necklace
Just to havе it dangle off some chick who like my IG status
[Pre-Chorus: Dro Kenji]
Shawty rеally f*ck me in the club, left with her pants on backwards (Woah)
I can't let you in, I'm scared of love, on drugs, I feel way better
I like how you do it, b*tch, make me your Twitter header (Okay)
I like how you do it, b*tch, I'm paranoid, it's now or never (Grrt)
[Chorus: Dro Kenji]
Pull out with my n*ggas and you know they not on stutter steppers
All my thots get evil, but I think this b*tch is Satan's helper
How the f*ck I need you? I got rich without no pamper-pamper
I smoke strong ass weed, so I don't text, I might just call her over
[Verse 2: Mike Dimes]
Designer bag got a toolie (Huh?)
All of my hoes got a booty (Yeah)
Really rich, them n*ggas newbies (Shh)
I can't a waste a thing, oh, hol' up
At twenty-two, touched twenty-three
Make couple racks when I'm asleep
She thought a n*gga had to sneeze
I told her, "This is Givenchy"
[Chorus: Dro Kenji]
How the f*ck I need you? I got rich without no pamper-pamper
I smoke strong ass weed, so I don't text, I might just call her over (Call her over)
[Verse 3: Dro Kenji & Mike Dimes]
Flexed up, spent a hundred checks on a trucker-trucker
Blessed, young, Black, rich, money gettin' motherf*cker
Bad Black hoes twerkin' all around this motherf*cker
Fast foward through it, give a f*ck 'bout how these n*ggas talkin'
[Pre-Chorus: Dro Kenji]
Shawty really f*ck me in the club, left with her pants on backwards (Woah)
I can't let you in, I'm scared of love, on drugs, I feel way better
I like how you do it, b*tch, make me your Twitter header (Okay)
I like how you do it, b*tch, I'm paranoid, it's now or never (Grrt)
[Chorus: Dro Kenji]
Pull out with my n*ggas and you know they not on stutter steppers
All my thots get evil, but I think this b*tch is Satan's helper
How the f*ck I need you? I got rich without no pamper-pamper
I smoke strong ass weed, so I don't text, I might just call her over