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You Can't Pimp Me Lyrics Artist(Band):Pastor Troy
You Can't Pimp Me Lyrics [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, remmy in my hand, countin' out some grand Ova In Ireland, the man You done heard the name befoe I keep a big gun wit' me every where that I go And I smoke dro' mother fucka keep that bap ass weed niggaz claimin' their my folks bitch you don't know me DSGB representin' send them hataz to hell It ain't nothing ta' say, it ain't nothin ta' tell My glock shells will be empty if any temp me I'm not no fuckin' sinna 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 man wreckin' crew I heard that shit, now who the fuck you referin' to If that was me I'll put your finger to my nose Just like I thought yall niggaz mother fuckin' hoes The clothes, the wardrobe, the gators with matchin' socks Bad ass bitch that kind of face like Goldie Lox The clock...stops tickin' I step off in the spot all the chickens get to pimpin' ?? pluckin', DSGB was gangsta fuckin' Fuckin' for nothin', we be them niggaz they be lovin' It don't get nothin' but worse for you sip Bow down nigga make room for a pimp (Chorus 2x) [Peter Tha Disciple] You can't pimpin' me patna' 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 who is better than me A Aug representive, I got the game on lock I hit the street with them thangs witta movin' the block So fuck the cops, we makein' money, we stay on the grind I'm bustin' strawberries fillings, 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'and you're the philly get ready to blaze (Chorus fade out) If you find some error in 2nd Self Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Visitors interested in Pastor Troy Lyrics may also interested in: |
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