Lyrics:
is the base
Let me catch you in my city I'm a shoot you in the face
Better tape clothes to your nose cause I know I'm the shit
Pastor Troy, DSGB I
DSGB you know the name
Wood grain in the mother fucking Dooley Truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuft
And I got my helmet hanging out
DSGB you know the name
Wood grain in the mother fucking Dooley Truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuft
And I got my helmet hanging out
DSGB you know the name
Wood grain in the mother fucking Dooley Truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuft
And I got my helmet hanging out
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
[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 this
It's Pastor Troy little mama, I run shit
I was just thinking if you got a minute for a nigga
We grab a bite to eat, maybe let me kick it with ya
I'ma be
trill my nigga
What you looking at nigga, what you looking at nigga
Not me or my click, we too trill my nigga
We too deep off in this bitch, we too
niggas with me they be talking gang bang
Verse 2: Pastor Troy
My head gone, cause I been on this earth long enuff,
In this land of little trust
Where all
to
And pussy nigga I motherfuckin own you
On the radio talkin bout this and that
I stay home listen and cleanin my gat
At first they like Pastor Troy can't
his toy
Rob that pussy take his sock
You a bitch yeah you troy
Snap his jaw yeah it gon lock
You obese as fuck
Whipping in a stolen truck
Bitch you need
Ooouuu, ooouuu, ooouuu...
Ooouuu, ooouuu, ooouuu...
My pastor, ain't telling me the truth (Ummm)
Pastor ain't telling me the truth (Ummm)
Pastor
but fuck it
Creep up on them pussy niggaz hit the lights and the button
Don't you love it shit Pastor Troy DSGB
I represent it with my nigga from
then you better make way
'Cause if a nigga didnt know we keep on comin with hits
We got Lil' John, The Eastside Boys, and Pastor Troy in this bitch
and ain't naan nigga in here (bullet shots) gon' fuck wit me
I roll with Little'Flip lettin them hollows rip
straight at yo chest plate I can't fuckin wait
him and whoever else with 'em
And watch me and my boys go and flip him, we ready
[Pastor Troy]
[I think somebody's bout to die 4x then to background
gotta eat
Just make my meal complete, a leg or a feet
And I'm gone eat you up cause I don't give a fuck
The Last Supper
[Hook: Pastor Troy]
The last
'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, yo
Tell 'em it's on, yo, say what, say what
Tell 'em it's on
[Pastor Troy]
I'm the ?, the A-T-L with
[Pastor Troy]
Venom, all I spit is venom, a cobra
Flinch my teeth and I'ma ride till its over
I'm never sober, I'm fucked up now
Say you want pistol
a thirty-shot in my Impala
I'm a 3rd bred Bankhead, Roll Park scholar
From a house with no father, school - why bother?
That's why I call myself the King
by myself
Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my Phantom
So high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled Banner
I change your channel,
still shown, every song
Punks due to not live too long, Pastor Troy and now it's on
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We
Stop 'em with these dicks
We ghetto building on my block and stuff
Break 'em off when we getting buff
Stepping off in this thing what
Too much for
Ain't nobody check on me, when I was down bad
Now I'm getting cash
Pull up in a Jeep truck with no tag
Windows tinted and they mad
Jaybo what you tell
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