Lyrics:
bloopers (always yapping bro)
Met your girl in Troy
But she gonna leave you like destroy
Don't trip bro because my ass will deploy
Stop yapping cndre cause
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
And after that, come take a look at my mouth
Yea I represent the South, like Pastor Troy
And I'm still Fresh and Clean, like Andre and Big Boi
But hold up!
Pastor Troy:
A sad day for da rap game im about to tell em my name(Pastor!!!!!)
a.k.a they call me megatron da cepracon i flip into a gun and burn
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
ain’t care what his mouth said
Three six made you wanna hit 'em
UGK we blowing swishers
Troy the pastor preached all the scriptures
Now they claiming they
hard aje I no fit lie
Watin make pastor pikin turn to gold digger
Ori mi gbemi debi ire
Kese mi simi debe
Plenty money big label
Cruising around
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
Yea we here now nigga
What up Moot
They thought I wouldn't make it but I'm here
God helped me I done overcame all my fears
Big eared nigga go off
BKGO Production
DJ Mike Tate, Freddy D, MC Assault an' BKGO
We doin' this shit wit Lil' Flip, Baby D, Killa Mike, Pastor Troy
You know it's goin'
want to play with that toy
Droppin' this heat like an asteroid
Good in the south like Pastor Troy
Pull up aside of a 1977
Sittin' back and sippin' my
stacks boy
Money preachin' like Pastor Troy
I'm the man, girl, ask ya boy
Oh, you think you ballin' boy?
Man, you need to check up
On the phone,
want it, test my peoples I'll blast the boy
Pull out them twin desert eagles, like I'm Pastor Troy
Man I've been through some rough winters
And plush
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
flow in my veins
In my Yeezy Adidas and I'm still running from fame
A lot of men to recover, a lot of money to gain
Double M in this bitch, like Troy
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
this, no replies you wack
Tables done turned like a DJ gig
Playa' hater, I am doin' it big?
Troy Ave got the streets in a frenzy though
I brought
Nigga, I'ma up the score
Every day, fuck different hoes, switch a bitch up every show
Treat a bitch like Pastor Troy, but, baby, I ain't your average
multi-dimensional
But these ol' pussy boys, want to be Pastor Troy
Bout to get blast on, "where the fuck is my mask homes?"
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Everybody want to put
[Chorus]
It's bout to go down (15x)
[Pastor Troy]
Yeah
Ay yo, this ya boy PT baby
Ay y'all man it's 2004 man, it's the new year, y'all know what
Pastor Troy I'm "Ridin' Big," to the club, blowin skunk
I'm Mike Jones and I'm on the rise, 80 4's pokin out of my ride
My name alone can't be denied, my
then throw it up
Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk
Got beef with me I'ma pop the trunk
Like Pastor Troy I'm ridin' big
To the club, blowin' skunk
Mike
Always dem day run their mouth
Why ya non wann run my race
Why ya wanna see me down
Shey na by choice
If I want to be a pastor
Shey na by choice
If I
nigga'd probably drown
Big Oomp got my back, Pastor Troy got my back
And you know, Ludacris got my fucking back
Asking 'bout my whole team, he know I roll
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