Atmosphere The Skinny Lyrics

The Skinny Lyrics

This is for all those tricks and hoes,

from the five star rooms down to
skid roe.

Whether you answer phones

or dance on poles,

big
money escort,

or broke on a stroll.

He don't care about your stats
or background,

he ain't picky once he puts his mac down.

Make you
suck it all the way  to the ass now,

cause all of y'all heifers are cash
cows.

And at first it was just a little game,

had no idea that he
was fucking with your brains.

When he was around you seemed mature,

he helped you calm down and feel secure. (sure)

He'd go get em when
they still just kids,

give them some gifts, get on they lips.

Before they even get a chance to get hips

skinny pimp turned it down to
a trick real quick.



?Fly chick?

?Lie it?

Gon' pay all
day,

but won't ever get away

from skinny white pimp. (x2)



I know it feel like you can't live without him,

and you're still
too embarrassed to tell your parents about him.

It's kinda crazy how he's
on your mouth

every time you need a little bit of help you out

Ain't no kitten gonna play that shark. 

Shake you down, make his
mark.

Take you down, break your heart,

and don't give a damn for
anything that came apart.

Some try anything to leave him,

soon some
even put themselves in treatment.

Some get away but still gotta keep
looking over they shoulder forever,

that ain't freedom.

Take his
tax, makes you love it.

Same old trap,

but ain't you above it?

He'll beat yo ass in public,

now suck that skinny white pimp dick.
(suck it)



Chorus (x2)



First thing you wake up to:

your pimp.

Don't forget to pay up to:

your pimp.

Get that
money, give it here.

He'll keep a bitch in that stable for 50 years.

He ain't scared of the law or the cops,

got em paid off - some kind of
trade off.

Gonna stay in the pocket 

as long as the money stays
long and the hands stay strong.

It's like you don't know a kid,

he's right there in your clothes and hair.

You gonna let him in your
home,

I can smell his breath on this microphone.

Your lips taste
like his dick,

I can always tell when he's been in your whip.

just
want a vermilion trip,

now take your ass outside and go talk to your
pimp.



chorus (x2)



Hey baby, I need to change.

On top of that I need to keep the change.

Mother fuckers put a filter
on my brain,

all the cigarettes of the world get together and sing...



chorus (x2)