Lyric You Can t Pimp Me
(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 1]
Niggaz is trippin, my shoes is tied up
Big boss pimpin, tell ya bitch I said wassup
Pastor, laughter, Reme in my hand
Countin out some grands, over 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]
[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, Reme in my hand
Countin out some grands, over 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]
