Lyrics:
like a rerun (boom, boom)
Me and T-Roy was schemin' (uh-huh)
I'm tryna put my whole team on, yeah
Let me tell you the truth (look)
Most of these
The other said "Love is cursed by monogamy"
That's somethin' that the pastor don't preach
That's somethin' that a teacher can't teach
When we die,
[Pastor Troy]
We-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya)
we-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya)
we-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya)
[Verse
a good time for the hook here we go
The pastor's daughters getting fucked
The pastor's daughters getting fucked
The pastor's daughters getting fucked
Yeah
[Verse 1: Pastor Troy]
If this is space age pimping
Then I'ma work for NASA
Coming up with tight ass shit
Cause this the Pastor
Creep up on 'em wit
she Betta Have My Money
Or step to the AMG
You know Com Sense, oh yeah him be
That nigga that be making all the bid-by-by-bye sounds
But since then,
he hits the mic like Mix-master
This the Battle of Troy with no Pastor
Slicker than a can of oil with no Castor
Chill in the front of the flight,
(well, uh-huh)
We aint scared of you nigga (well, uh-huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)
[Pastor Troy]
Yeah, y'all already know what time it
ain't Troy
Yeah
Came out da pit and when Troy
Yeah
Cut throat at they neck I'm like Troy
Yeah
You in zoom seats **** we on da floor
I been Feelin myself
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga(x4)
P TROY NIGGA!
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga(x4)
[Pastor
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
get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don't
to trip
But I made up with no style while I bought me some kicks
So if you want the drama holler at ya boy
[Kanye West]
Original rude boy like Pastor Troy
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
crunk with the blues I feel like pastor Troy
I need Christian galore like I'm the pastors boy Yeah
a hit out on you
Before I let my niggas come through
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster
Yeah!
I come creepin through your hood in
She know what I can bring to the table
I can tell if it's real by the label
We had TV, but we didn't have cable
Now I'm richer than all of my
centipede (course)
Keep a hunnid rounds near me (of course)
Sellin' Xans to the pastor (yeah, yeah)
Whippin' Ghost like Casper (whippin' the Ghost)
Pour
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big dope
by God, amen
Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh and shameless
Back to it, waste no time
Black Uzi, Draco, 9
Back boomin' smokin' bomb
dead from his shock
Punch a kid and break his toy
Rob that pussy take his sock
You a bitch yeah you troy
Snap his jaw yeah it gon lock
Jesus love you but
bashfull but this
Bastard's flow will bash a skull
And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Troy
And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro
And I won't,
Now let's pray lord have mercy, help 'em God
Pastor Troy baby, and I'm- coming hard
Had to sit back, and see the big picture
Probably in the back seat,
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
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