Lyrics:
outchea tricking on hoes they can’t afford
Still I beg to differ when they switch up cause I shoul ignore
Oh Lord, Pastor Troy, Let’s see who really want
and I'm already out
Sun shine down but I don't need it
There's a cold wind blowing but I don't feel it
All the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
It's how you stand
Yeah I'm faster than your pastor
Leave 'em in the past there
Love and make it last here
Ignorance so last year
We'll be doin'
felt
Wigging on them bitches you thought I be going crazy
I'll be proud to tell you all that bull shit was a phrase
Now I'm down hated by this litches
at
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
[Verse 1]
I'm in the Calio, You know I'm headed front of town
By Chaotic and the Real One,
upon the light - that the darkness hides
You'll never be alone, I'm by your side
Let the fireflies guide you home
And take your rightful place upon
[Keith Murray]
Yo - now when you hear the name Keith Murray don't think violence
That's nonsense, me and Meth, put that to silence
I'm a product
at
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
[Verse 1]
I'm in the Calio, You know I'm headed front of town
By Chaotic and the Real One,
His remarkable armor is supreme!"
Yo
Sometimes I'm liable to spazz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face,
Clap?
Y'all hear that Nolia Clap?
I'm in the Calio, you know I'm headed front of town
By Kayotic and Lil' real one, 'cause it?s going down
You see
Hummers
Stackin' them chips and let them
Tricks get nothing from us
I'm wit' Kurupt, in LA, you know
My main homie readin' books by thugs
It's like Monster
Verse 1:
Call me Chef Troy, DAT BOY
Fly Jets-son, El Roy
G6 going far east
Jaguar on my keys
If you want beef then I'm Arby's
Blow your face off
the flame
They careers down the hill I'm boarding the plane
Truth is light, I son these lames
Niggas won't get away with my name
Troy Ave is hot they
There was a family on their way down south
And they had gone as far as they could go
And they had made their way and they were
Driving on a dirt
listen to me now
Help your pastor go to Cabo
I'm telling you how
Put your money in the bowl
Put it in the bowl
Put your money in the bowl
Oh Lord almighty
thank you
You hold a nigga down by being faithful
The reason for this letter was to say to you
I just hope that you're good girl I love you
Love Troy...
His remarkable armor is supreme!"
Yo
Sometimes I'm liable to spazz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face,
Young Troy Bolton, living life like it's golden
Special teams I'm kicking shit while these niggas holding
I stay in the fast lane so down I ain't slowing
Heavy be
The crown
Bandana
Beanie
Or the cap
That's turning
Backwards
Doubts
Weigh down
But fueled
This afterburner
Till they
Burning after
Cost
the price you pay for fame & glory
Outtro
Written by Brian Thomas , Troy Harrington, Mike Berens, Emmanual Duncan (c) 2015 C1M
Fuckin' hoes, then we fuckin' up the dishes (dishes)
Bitch, we runnin' up digits (bitch)
The state, they label me a menace (yeah)
Lost T.Roy, I'm
She said i'm a player and she's right
I might take another bitch tonight
I might take another n***a life
Guns down we can really fight
Pastor said i'm
They try to trace her in the town
Appeal for information on the local news
Someone must have missed her by now
A mother or a father or a friendly
a kick door
I don't fuck with them niggas they telling
Nigga worrying bout what we selling
Riding round with the mac no velly
Pastor troy when it's war
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