You Can't Pimp Me - Pastor Troy, Peter the Disciple

Pimp shit

Yeah pimp shit, nigga

Wassup baby Ken?

Like this hea

All my niggas mayn

A yo, all the real boss playa

A yo, this real ATL playa style

A yo, you can’t pimp a pimp playa

Niggas 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

Niggas 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

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

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' niggas 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 niggas they be lovin'

It don’t get nothin but worse for you simp

Bow down nigga make room for a pimp

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)