putcha cream on it!

Lyrics

, yeah, what's happenin'? this yo boy don b. with the big boy, storm what's happenin'? tell 'em how you feel?, 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, 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, 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, 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,