Lyrics:
invest in hoe'in
But I clap that boy, kidnap and wrap that boy
Clap, we ready, I'ma mastered boy like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone
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]
Verse 1:
It was this muthafucker hi' about the got damn N.A.R.C.'s
To see how quick to get the ki in college park
I knew him from
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
me when I walk cuz I'm dripping in sauce
Get money, work hard that's what I was taught
What's up big mouth?
What's up big talk?
Pastor Troy 98 whatever
the club getting busted in whigs
Memphis, Tennessee we throwing niggas off a bridge
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
And then hear I come right around the fucking
[Chorus]
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a puuuuuuuunk
So I go to my loaded tech 9 that's off in the truuuuuuuunk
I told that motherfucker
I
the club, throwing up my set
Will I make it to see 21
If I dress to impress, with a pocket full of money, what's next
Will I make it to see 21
It's a shame
then I kick it wit ya
Full time vet, I be working on my day off
Pastor troy og, shawty smoke his damn face off
No beef, I'm dripping A1
Play Hard shit
I go
[Pastor Troy]
The underground puttin it down fo 5 years
the blood, the sweat, the motherfuckin tears
I'm livin the life of a young drug lord
Raw backwards on all you rappers
What's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the masses
My movement massive
I'm
He meant to hit Preme
Shot up the nigga Rover over by the Coliseum
I remember laying up fucked
Up in the hospital troy and Bags would visit
Troy had
Chorus
Yo we puttin in this work/ we put 'em in the dirt/ the pastor still preachin/ all up in the church Pallbearers put your fuckin body in
in yo faces on a daily basis
I done wrecked T-town and club Oasis
I got three Jags in my parking spaces
'95 Air Max with blue laces
you can call me
he hits the mic like Mix-master
This the Battle of Troy with no Pastor
Slicker than a can of oil with no Castor
Chill in the front of the flight,
a pill
I'm on some dumb shit, by the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and fuck him in my automobile
Let him eat it with
gettin' it by herself
Dancin' in the clubs, sellin' off some pounds
She even do taxes when the season come around
She had a dream like Martin to get up out
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ow
Mm
Ay
Ay
She said hit it real fast like a pastor
I'm a pastor call me pops son
She said hit it from the back like a master
Like a master
The Voice 'cause he know just what to say
I'm The Hero, I come through, save the day
Bitch, I'm a D-boy, do it for T.Roy
I'm on you forever, that's just
Slump God in the club with my dick in your ho
(Water)
Murk, murk, murk (Suck your mother) , skrt
Murder, pastor was murdered (Murk)
Mind full of greed
Stayin in my zone
Kanye watch the throne
Falcons lead got blown
Don't blame julio jones
The score was 28 to 3
Brady said count on me
Then he led his team
and money up by the point when he was giving you a cabbie ride
Crack head you doing crowds like a brack head
Crack head get on my top like a black head
You
stay by myself so you know I be chilling,
So numb to the pain I don't know how im feeling,
I walked in the club I got females wan feel me,
They tryna
wooden seats when pastor speaks
I only hope that he's practicing what he preach
I hope he doesn't have a wife, that he's married and probably beats
Like
Discuss these club full of hes by pastor troy Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In