Lyrics:
up and away
Pastor Troy in SC I do it everyday hey
Club off da chain
Waitin' on me
Niggas love to see ya boy PT
Drinkin' out da bottle
Remy Martin
up and away
Pastor Troy in SC I do it everyday hey
Club off da chain
Waitin' on me
Niggas love to see ya boy PT
Drinkin' out da bottle
Remy Martin
predator and fight on
That's why I kill 'em whenever I turn my mic on
I'm like Achilles in Troy not Agamemnon
I spit venom I can kill 'em with no weapon
Oh I
Me and my friends rollin' like rock-stars
So we by the bar
All eyes on us girls watchin' from far
We shining through the dark
Saw this sexy
my eyes, got water in em
Why the fuck am I still standing here, nobody love me I ain't happy here
My mama said, she can't handle him
But still, I'm
my eyes, got water in em
Why the fuck am I still standing here, nobody love me I ain't happy here
My mama said, she can't handle him
But still, I'm
homies got it rolling peep Hugo in the back,
And Troy got it popping steady plotting with Deepak,
She tryna see what's up with me but I don't put out for
of menage a trois?
So, I traded it back in on some generic truck or other
But it saddened me greatly nearly brought me to tears
My wife was apoplectic, she
feel all my art
I'm the shard that tears in your heart
Think hard fore you come to my yard
Cause I'm back again to smack a bitch
With a pocket of full
Decatur, we don't deal with no
Hatter
Rich like buck head
I'm bout that bread
Like pastor troy
We was ready
Hatters wasn't getting no play
In the a
I'm
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
petted my fur
Fuck me in the goat-ass!
Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
And threw me in the mosh pit
They passed me around
save your head yeah for later/ you swimming in a swamp with deadly alligators
Chorus
Yo we puttin in this work/ we put 'em in the dirt/ the pastor still
his tracks and he said,
OLD MAN: Hey goat!
ADAM: Would you like to live with me?
I got a house with a pick-up truck
In a place across D.C.-a.
I said,
backwood bluntz, i roll my own
Designer fashion, Cartier glasses
Aint see you I walked right by you
I party with bad freaky bitches
They wanna ride in my
never be me
(So)
In spite of all that shade, I'm still Pastor P
(Jesus)
I refuse to be defined by toxic energy
(Ya dig)
Black family of five, leader,
by chest hitting the strongest bong
Until the ash go black and white as Sails in Amistad
Give us Free or least a degree
High School diplomas won't
They sent me
To hell and back
Busted out the shell
I prevail with the gats
No matter what else they saying Im strapped
Man Im strapped
Thang in my lap
I
Pastor Troy
24's in my ? bump
Better get em' boy, sick em' boy
Gotta make that money, rip em' boy
Like a pitbull dog, I'll sick em' boy
Here we came
my doubts perform there’s an encore
A standing ovation follows soon after
By the spirits in my soul I need a new pastor
‘Cause I’ve been thinking
on my truck
I'll make the situation worse
You don't wanna take a ride
In that jacked up hearse
All eyes on me,
I'mma hit the mud first
People love
embedded in me (Nawf)
Leave him hot, he got hit with the cut in his sleep (cut)
I paid a dub to my brother, let's eat (dub)
Bought my bitch a new Urus
New truck, new truck, barn, barn, barn, barn
I'm sittin' on my bed with a tissue box
'Cause I got a nasty cough, ough, ough, ough
My nose is really
all like Master P
Florida Boy like Pastor Troy, I still got pussy in Detroit
Last time up in G5, Shawty came to me and took em off
Ain't even have no
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