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You Can't Pimp Me
Pastor Troy Song Lyrics
(feat. Peter The Disciple) (Pastor Troy talking) Pimp shit Yeah pimp shit, nigga Wassup baby Ken? Like this hea All my niggaz mayn A yo, all the real boss playa A yo, this real ATL playa style A yo, you can't pimp a pimp playa (Verse One( Niggaz is trippin, my shoes is tied up Big boss pimpin, tell ya' bitch I said wassup Pastor, laughter, Remy in my hand Countin out some grands, ova in Ireland The man, you done heard the name befo' I keep a big gun wit' me every where that I go And I smoke dro', motherfucker keep that bap ass weed Niggaz claimin their my folks bitch you don't know me D.S.G.B. representin send them haters to hell It ain't nothing ta' say, it ain't nothin ta' tell My glock shells will be empty if any tempt me I'm not no fuckin simp, bitch I'm a fuckin pimp (Chorus 2x) You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself I'mma pimp myself I'mma pimp myself (Verse Two( The one man army, the one wreckin crew I heard that shit, now who the fuck you referrin to If it was me, come put your finger to my nose Just like I thought ya' niggaz mother fuckin hoes The clothes, the wardrobe, the gators with matchin socks Bad ass bitch that kind of favors Goldielox The clock...stops tickin' I step off in the spot all the chickens get to pimpin' Bubbly is pluckin, D.S.G.B. be gangsta fuckin' Fuckin for nothin, we be them niggaz they be lovin' It don't get nothin but worse for you simp Bow down nigga make room for a pimp (Chorus 2x) (Peter Tha Disciple) You can't pimp me potnah because I'm pimpin myself I got my game from the old school straight off the shelf I be the maca to the roni, the chedda to the cheese I roll wit' DSGB, so is better than me A Aug representive, I got the game on lock I hit the street with them thangs, went to movin the block So fuck the cops, we makin money, we stay on the grind I'm bustin strawberry Phillies while I break down my pine And I ain't blind, I can see it, you already know So get the fuck out my face 'cause you can't pimp me hoe You see the doe don't let it hit ya', you gets no play And I'm the dro' you the philly get ready to blaze (Chorus fade out) |
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