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Marge Simpson

Marge Simpson

Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh-oh, baby
Oh, no-no, no, no-no
Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, baby
Oh, no-no, no, no-no

Big pimping (Big pimpin')
Big, big pimping (Big pimpin')
Big pimping
Walk up in the back, limping (Oh yeah, yeah-yeah)
Big pimping (Big pimpin')
Big, big pimping (Big pimpin')
Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson (Mmm)

Marge Simpson, Ma-Ma, Marge Simpson (On God)
Marge Simpson, you can call me Marge Simpson (Yeah, yeah)
Big pimping, get the money then dip
Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson

Man, why you keep texting my phone?
Leave me alone
Boy, I do not want your dick
I see that nigga, he thirsty as fuck, I ain't giving him shit
Better swallow his spit
All that lurking on my motherfucking page
'Till it's oops, I ain't mean to like that pic
Took her to Victoria Secrets, and bought him some bras
Since he love to act like a bitch (Hahaha)
I got a type, and it ain't you
I like them niggas who spending that cash
I like them fat Homer Simpson ass niggas, that feed me, they fat and they sass (Bling)
Bitch, I'm expensive, don't bring me nothing on the floor, I want everything locked in a glass
Then we fucking fast, take him to the back of the store, then he busting a hole in my mask
Now give me your money, dummy
I don't wanna hear what you cannot afford
We back in his car, he complaining how I spent all his money, I said, "King, pass me the aux cord"
I don't wanna hear that shit, be near that shit
What the fuck do you niggas be thinkin'?
Gotta wear a sleep mask, every time I fuck him, so I won't see him cum quicker than I be blinking (Mmm)

Big pimping (Big pimpin')
Big, big pimping (Big pimpin')
Big pimping
Walk up in the back, limping (Oh yeah, yeah-yeah)
Big pimping (Big pimpin')
Big, big pimping (Big pimpin')
Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson (Mmm)

Marge Simpson, Ma-Ma, Marge Simpson (On God)
Marge Simpson, you can call me Marge Simpson (Yeah, yeah)
Big pimping, get the money then dip
Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson

I don't want your man, darling
Even though I could take him so damn quick
I done sat up on his sack five times
After he done bought me the whole damn Saks Fifth
Feeling like Taylor when I get this money 'cause I spend it so, so swift
'Cause I only check for niggas with big bags, like an airport trip
You know my aesthetic, we could do credit, debit
Baby, make sure the receipt get shredded
'Cause he got a girl at home, and if she come for me, somebody come for her, the paramedics
Yeah, I said it, text it, DeJ Loaf
Nigga better know to come full breaded (That money)
Put a stack of money on the bottom of my sneakers, that's how a real bitch walk up in wedges
And he could die today, day or tomorrow, I won't even give no fuck
I just hope nobody throw him a funeral, 'cause I could use those bucks
I'ma make him turn into his grave, I ain't giving no apologies
If anything, when I buy the Prada with his cards, that motherfucker better be proud of me (That motherfucker better be proud of me)

Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah (That motherfucker better be proud of me)
Oh, oh-oh, baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Oh, no-no, no, no-no
Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, baby
Oh, no-no, no, no-no (That motherfucker better be proud of me)

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