Lyrics:
a dangerous lil' boy
'Member all them times I used to go Pastor Troy
Murda man, murda man, murda man
Really rich, I took a piss on my advance
Facts,
with me (yeah), I got the shovel with me (Yeah)
And you in the desert with me (huh), drugs, I got several in me (yeah)
Now dig your grave all by
on her neck, I told her now you dancin'
Take her to the crib, 360, yeah, I gassed her
Now she call me daddy but you know I ain't her pastor (No)
I ain't
life at The pastor's joint
But sorry
I'm high again
Trying to get by again.
So past the joint. Yeah, remember
I had fun learning about life
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
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
Believe in God never been a goofy, lame or mog
Spit my first bars when I was locked behind bars
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Pastor P (Pastor P)
Huh (Huh)
, oh yeah)
We should all rise up
And give a standing o' for the King
Cuz He's good
I ain't retired but I thought about it
I feel called to be a pastor
boy?
Who raps religiously like Pastor Troy?
Spizzy Spose is fly like asteroids
Lyrically he's passed your boys
But where's he from? Wells, Maine
Got
need to get your name, oh it's Mallory
My name is Troy I seen you walking by the gallery
And can I take you out on a date and get you a daiquiri
So I
Yeah,
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone,
I'll wait,
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
To all
deixando o tempo passar
So letting time go by
Cantando a Deus
Singing to God
Porque, sim porque Ele é bom
Yeah, because He is good
Cantando a Deus
Singing
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,
I'm about to turn it up
I'm about to turn it up
We just wanna party
Yeah
So we just gone party
Aye
We just wanna party
So we just gone party
Yeah
We
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
I don't rlly talk yeah yeah
Keep it zipped up yeah yeah
Like a ziplock yeah yeah
I be by my lone
Ain't nobody hit my phone yeah
I don't rlly talk
(Ooh-ooh)
Yeah
I've been noticing you've been workin' hard
I see you
Yeah (Troy Taylor, you the G.O.A.T)
Vedo, baby
Baby, with a walk like
on the road, I'm still gon' get by
I would jump off a plane just to chill in the sky
Face-to-face with the clouds, lookin' at them in the eye
Yeah, boy you
the other day Lil' Troy got shot
Over a 2 dollar dice game, way to lose your life mayne
Yeah, this is things of that nature
You gon' get a variety
the other day Lil' Troy got shot
Over a 2 dollar dice game, way to lose your life mayne
Yeah, this is things of that nature
You gon' get a variety
Hook:
(Sausa)
Gas in my tank yeah I’m putting on mileage
Dick in her guts you can tell by the eyelids
Super fly hoodie and my wrist got me blinded
that p-ssy till its aching
Pass a bitch like Troy Aikman
Man, gangsta's don't die, gangsta's go to Vegas
We don't need no navigation, we go where
the love and inspiration, plenty
Yeah I'm loved by many, and only hated by a little
Now I think it's time to switch the lyricism, peep the riddle
I was
took a nigga whip, I still Joyride
Yeah...Yeah...Yeahhh
My Niggas call me Deezy or Troy Grindz
Fuck the law, turn a pig into Pork Rinds
God never warns
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