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(feat. Storm)  
  
[Don B.]  
Yeah, what's happenin'? This yo boy Don B. with the Big Boy  
Storm what's happenin'? Tell 'em how you feel?  
  
[First Verse]  
Off top I be the pimpstress madam, the main Missus  
Loved by niggas and hated by all bitches  
The dirt do'er, I'm actin' bad for my riches  
Cross me wrong, I leave ya floatin' with the fishes  
Peep the scandolous, a grown man couldn't handle this  
Niggas wanna try but they be left wrapped in bandages  
Evangilistic killers, drug users to drug dealers  
All wanna get a feel-uh  
I like the top billers, frontin' C's cuz cash rules plenty  
On point like Jean, got 'em Jonesin' like Freddy  
Holly Grove is in me and I got's to bring the ruckus  
Uptown is representin' fuck all you cocksuckers  
Hoes, they wanna be me  
Niggas can't wait to see me  
I step in the joint, and make the whole set steamy  
I like them thugged down niggas and you know me  
Now watch me represent and get down dirty  
  
[Chorus:]  
  
Niggas represent, I got a team on it  
Niggas put'cha cream on it  
Niggas be down to scheme on it  
How do you want it? Scandolous design  
Give me time, cuz pimps be hard to find  
  
[x2]  
  
[Second Verse]  
Big Storm the infamous, them hoes better beware  
Gimme a boatload of niggas and I'll handle that there  
Cuz I swear, I ain't no joke comin' off of the dome  
You see I'm only nineteen, but yet I'm quite grown  
Make ya leave your own home, have your kids callin' me Mommy  
While your ol' man find the time to wine me and dine me  
You fallin' behind, steady askin' me why  
Cuz I'm a pimp and pimps be hard to find  
That hoe should've known I wasn't jivin'  
See I'm connivin'  
A top notch pro, with perfect timin', I ain't lyin'  
Full of deceit, givin' 'em grief  
But to niggas, Storm spells relief  
To hoes it spells beef  
Still I stand, the one they all envy  
Silly hoes I hate, but to niggas I'm quite friendly  
Killin' 'em gently, I be bout that dough  
Picture this comin' straight from the N.O. hoe  
  
[Third Verse]  
Who keeps your shit the hardest? It's me, the goddess  
Receivin' all the stares, lyrically debunaire  
I dare for you to bring it, your peeps are slow singin'  
Make it a lesson taught, revealin' you shouldn't have fought  
Against the woman with the cold heart  
It ain't my fault that'cha can't finish what'cha start  
And I could put to halt the shit you put together  
In seconds and do it better  
Never say never, Storm reigns supreme forever  
I got'cha niggas open, outspoken and never jokin'  
You want a toke it? My shit so fire, leave this joint smokin'  
I got the goods to keep it tight no doubt  
It's me ya dreamin' about  
Fake niggas gotta re-reroute  
I got clout, and I'ma keep it  
My game run in secret  
Be strategic, niggas weak and they'll believe it  
Peep it, I keep 'em sprung before they know what is done  
Stick 'em, you too could be my very next victim  
  
[Chorus x2]

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