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    "You Can't Pimp Me" Lyrics

    Pastor Troy

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    [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 1]
    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 2]
    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)
    This song was last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by A. Patton, Antwan Patton, Micah Troy, Micah L. Troy, Phalon Alexander, Phalon Anton Alexander.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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