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(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]

(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]

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