Lyrics:
shake ya boat.
Take ya toast, this rap shit I make the oath
To get cake, or estates by the lake or boat
Bad hoes, (??)
See the snake, (??) leave faith
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
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
You Troy, I'ma come on the rhythm
With a little communism
Chick-a chick-a I'm
Chick-a chick-a on
Chick-a chick-a my
My, own shit
Like
Said she tired of lil' money, need a big boy
Pull up 20 inch blades like I'm Lil Troy
Now it's everybody flockin', need a decoy
Shawty mixing up
that fiend Denise
Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two
Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram
By man, my plan's to expand
Oh, oh, oh
It's hard times
We strugglin', tryin' to get by, tryin' to get by
Tryin' to get by, whoa, whoa
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always
sogar Pastor Troy
Kohle auf dem Konto und Finanzamt hält die Hände auf
Bunker Undercover, schwarzes [?] Drecksgesetze, scheiß ich drauf
Noch mehr
the new regiment to start man
T. I., tell 'em!
Killa Mike, Pastor Troy, what?
David Banner, tell 'em
What's up boy, okay
It's time for us to show
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
a pastor
Big Steppa big drip big links
Do this on my own with my niggas no kizz
I need grills so I talk with a lisp
Put some meds on my clothes it's throwing
leaking
Bullets can't be silenced
By the pastor's preachings
Survival of the fittest what streets
Been teaching
I'm from outwest where we
Drop rakes with
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
it comes with the stank
And not the good face with the silencer
Surprised by her
Showed a side of her
Inside? Sure
Her eyes wider
And you're cryin'
a pastor. Grew up with no father, I'm a rich bastard.
I don't really want that hoe boy you can have her.
I'm too busy in that trap makin' it add up.
Killin'
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
(See what I'm saying)
Got a dirty rifle sitting by the holy Bible 'cause the game is dirty like a dirty tower
What a feeling I'm having all
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, Big Red can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even matt-ah (oh)
the alley with that fiend Denise
Cruise the streets, stuntin' in that Maybach sixty-two
Nigga, what my dope goin fo', sixty-two, c'mon, a gram
By man, my
cat, he just poured me some juice
C4 blow my line, pack gone, we had to re up Duece
Leaning and I'm high (leanin' and I'm)
Riding with big fye (ridin'
change, change, change
(repeat)
You can be like Pastor Troy and them New Orleans boys
Everyone flossin' up in the toys
Candy coated chevy comin with
y’all hoes are irrelevant
On another continent got them bitches wanting it
Got it so I’m flaunting it big boy blunting it
Pastor Disaster don’t make me
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