Lyrics:
hope he got yo gat
you ain't sound scannin so how you got yo plaque? (nigggaa)
[Chorus: Pastor Troy]
We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga)
we
[Pastor Troy talking]
Down South Georgia Girls I love y'all
Pastor Troy representing for them Down South Georgia Girls
Y'all know what it is,
don't even mumble
I'm back to ballin', I'm in the back full of Magnums only
Pull on the scene and I fuck your queen playing Pastor Troy
Our weed
my dick
Love how i move
Slick like Rick
Double my cool
All in the club actin a fool
My man don't dance cause he hold in
That tool
Smoke
Verse 1 Pastor Troy
I heard some bitch ass niggaz had an attitude
I eat 'em up like some motherfuckin dog food
I know it sounds rude It's suppost
out
I feel that something's wrong
Surprise, surprise they're gone
Full moon your time goes by
And new moon's still kept our of sight
We live we
Verse 1: Pastor Troy
These niggas asking how I choose to die
Just like a muthafucking G is my only reply
Hi 7, Mac 11 with the shoulder slang
Crank
in the club you know I do not pay
Aiiyo my man Kanyeezy he got something to say
[Kanye West]
Aiiyo my name is Kanyeezy from the Roc-A fam
And where
Full
God sure is good, ain't he?
Willie D:
Sure is
Pastor:
Well we gonna ask you to put all you valuables in this here cup
And pass all your other
pulled over by Philly police
I just made a Hundred thousand to put in my piece
In what seems like a year but it was really a week
Ain't Lil Troy but I
like welcoming Ma$e back
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back
Pastor Faggot
And now hes back and he's gat holdin'
What a bad omen
He got locked up
you learned that from Pastor Troy
Boy I'm with it you can get it I never leave without my biscuit
4, 5 snapback make ya cap unfitted
If a nigga charge
the thugs, 'cause we don't get no love
When we sacrifice our life and havin' shootouts by the club
Max B and Rah Digg, the niggas in the pen
And rappers
BKGO Production
DJ Mike Tate, Freddy D, MC Assault an' BKGO
We doin' this shit wit Lil' Flip, Baby D, Killa Mike, Pastor Troy
You know it's goin'
like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone Crusher
Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers
We got guns in coupes, in
Pastor Troy:
KD had called and gave me the word
Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week
From the islands
As soon as K told me
I know you're working all your
Fingers to the bone your days
And your nights be long but
Be strong and Pastor Berry
Preach on preach on preach
huh)
Drop it like a maniac (uh huh)
Set it off by myself (well uh huh)
Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else
[Pastor Troy:]
Okay baby, you
they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"
I can hit the club all by myself long as the strap is in
Niggas told me, all the rappers
took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit
By the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him
niggas ain't givin me that
Now he ain't thinkin 'cause I had to put a hole in his cap
Don't get it twisted by the rap homes
The way I rock homes
Stay in
took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit
By the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him
like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone Crusher
Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers
We got guns in coupes, in
a rat, he probably even feel like ain't nun wrong wit that
My niggas like Hendrix when it come to guitars
Nigga I ain't talkin bout Seddy
No Pastor Troy we
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