Lyrics:
around that gangster shit like Pastor Troy
Loose lips sink ships so the circle got tight
I wink eye lids, smoked purple, third eye
I am who i am, who I
What (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
I (I), I (I), I (I), I (I)
OK, come on, what
[Ludacris & Pastor Troy]
What (what), what
they here me sayin' yeah
The Pastor baby
I'm hard as a rock
They claimin' they done kicked Troy ass - boy stop
As long as they make my 10 bags you got
know I act like I'm ok but deep down
I just want 500 million, millions ye
Play with one of mine, we might leave the pussy with nun
Just like Brazilian
finna reach it
I'm a rapper for a reason, what I think, I'm gon' speak it
You can call me Pastor Troy, might as well, cause I be preachin
Junkies jumpin
My strip includes 6th street
And on down to Hampton park
Where niggas start ganking mafuckas
When it turns dark
But I don't give a fuck
I'm the best
Bands On The Way
Mr. Foster & Pastor Troy
King Moe (Hook):
I got some bands on the way lil baby
The way your booty keep shaking
Booty keep shaking
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
using the universe to disperse
You to my newest verse
Taking it as a advantage boy
Your vantage point
Is Manson poised
Piggyback like Pastor Troy
I'm not
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
(Intro)
For the hustlas, for the hustlas
For my hustlas, for my hustlas
[Pastor Troy talking]
Yeah
Aiyo, this your boy P.T. right
This for all
leaving, your soul we're keeping
That's the motto that we're preaching
So, stay for one more season
That's the decision by decree
My name is Troy, I'm from
was actin' like she ain't know
I told her it was Troy, we hopped in my toy
I'm fuckin' with these bitches, she fuckin' with the boy
She a good girl
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
the toys,commin with the noise
Nigga down wit Pastor Troy
Its so large major bank that's my life
Nigga ready to let go dump,raise quickly when i strike
[Loko]
m'uhfucker right here today
We got that nigga, E-Feezy, Too Short, knahmean
Pimp see up in this motherfucker, nigga Pastor Troy
Damn fool I hits free it ain't
show you mine
And don't say money I put it all on the line
And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
Okay,
I'm
'cause muthafucker ain't a damn thing changed
I'ma still ride low-lows on Rios man, tell 'em
I'm still takin'
An' stealin'
An' scared to walk down
Certified thick by the FDA
Certified rich like your sugar daddy
I’m just tryna clout, Sharpay Evans in this bitch
Now where my Troy at, Gabriella in
it how it go
Real faceless man sin cara
Now I'm back around like it's karma
Karla, UB2 with some apnars
Still
Keep my faith like gurdwaras, pastors
Yo,
and the pastor want my money
I don’t have no friends, I’m surrounded by Chucky
I don’t have no friends, I’m surrounded by Chucky
I forever making money, I’m from
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
Nigga don't fuck with me I'm having a bad day
[Verse 3: Pastor Troy]
I pump slugs
Pow, pow, pow, pow, plow
Yeah bitch, shit what the fuck you saying now
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