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Pastor Troy - You Can't Pimp Me



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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]
  




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