Lyrics:
HB in this bitch with Pastor you know that we ready
Turnt up in this bitch act up and this shit can get messy
Models looking like track stars they
I confessed to my pastor
Trying to run the world yet they still think I’m just a rapper
Y’all been talking like I’m the student but I’m the Master
I
like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers
That cause the ruckus, then I fix a few snitches, bla-dow!
Plus my style cock like new bitches
I roll with
Sounds like a job for the doom guy
This nigga actin tough
Tall red guy with the green eyes
All red no red dye
No cry like
Don't confuse me with a pastor
I
freak could lick you up and down better
Even if his tongue was silk, he couldn't get you wetter
Find space on my face, give me all that you got
So I
Like a rat on a stand Troy ave I flow quicker
You flex your re up money you still broke nigga
Danger like crossbones
Go hard like the floors of some
pastor
You pussy ass trappers should pray to your pastor
Pussy ass niggas ain't getting no money
I hit the trap and I get this bitch jumping
Finessing
Jehova
Take a step back like whoa bruh
I just got dizzy
Black nails can you pass that fizzy
What has gotten into me
Judas Kissed my enemy
That means he
a right to just be
Just like every single flower's got a right to blume
Every single soul's got a right to deplume all the negativity that's in their lives
the murder
I asked her calmly where the fuck is my shit
"Troy that's all I had"
What the fuck you mean bitch
It should have been six empty bullets and my ruger
with a name like Cook
Niggaz say, that he ain't, but ain't I good?
Got the whole fuckin industry shook; matter fact the streets
Cause all the killers
with a name like Cook
Niggaz say, that he ain't, but ain't I good?
Got the whole fuckin industry shook; matter fact the streets
Cause all the killers
advance
if it won't be the fairest of them all
I'm sorry if the perfect curve on my face won't show
I had a conversation with my pastor today
Well, he's
gorgeous every morning time
The type that holds the door when you walk by
Only type of guy your momma likes
OH!
I'm that type of guy that gets lost at sea
all ooo's to the ozone layer
I'm poor such a poor thang
Shh my phone When I hear that rang ha
Hold up hold up hold up okay
Uh haha you got me
T-Roy
This song we dedicate
To the one and only
Never be another
He was my brother
Trouble T-Roy
It's like that y'all
And you don't stop
Pete Rock
This song we dedicate
To the one and only
Never be another
He was my brother
Trouble T-Roy
It's like that y'all
And you don't stop
Pete Rock
(Hook)
E just lost his grandaddy I can't tell he ain't happy
We don't talk much but I been praying for him like a damn pastor
Always love on this end
for the doom guy
This nigga actin tough
Tall red guy with the green eyes
All red no red dye
No cry like
Don’t compare me with a pastor
I am the master
I
I'm Kanye with the cameras
I hold the stage for ransom
I turn the crowd to dancers
Rude-off that boy like Prancer
Got the bag like Santa
Man I'm just
'm a dangerous lil' boy
'Member all them times I used to go Pastor Troy
Murda man, murda man, murda man
Really rich, I took a piss on my advance
Facts,
Cook it like Anita
All of my senoritas know bells like a teacher
Nigga, ricky that pussy
Come and I bless it like a preacher
(I disappear) i got
I ball like Sandlot
At your neck like ascot, yeah
All these rap niggas actors, you scared go to your pastor
One juggin’ ass lil’ bastard, she say fuck
the new regiment to start man
T. I., tell 'em!
Killa Mike, Pastor Troy, what?
David Banner, tell 'em
What's up boy, okay
It's time for us to show
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