Pastor Troy - Yeah!!! lyrics
[Pastor Troy - Yeah!!! lyrics]
How can I explain this game?
Got me on the road everyday, to fill my name
Me and my dreams of gettin the world crunk
The hit's bring bling, and do the ATL stomp
This thang real
I got the gun chill, cranberry's and x pills
Smokin on the best of the best
When you see me you know i'm fresh
In the black lambo, I ain't ridin there hoe
Probably roll my other up, tell them what
I don't give a fu
Prince's cut, round my neck, round my wrist
In my ear
In my son ear, in his mama ear, crystal clear
Listen hear
This fo all yall niaz bitin' my flow
Wanna come up in the game
I can't stand a mane actin like I don't know
Yeah!, There's been a whole lotta
Talkin, Pastor Troy nia
Where my motherfuin offerin?
Yeah!, It's a whole lotta bitin'
Tell them niaz keep motherfuin fightin
Yeah!, It's a whole lotta suspicion
About who i'm fuin, about who i'm hittin
Yeah!, Baby give me why ya can't
Cause I ain't playin with ya this year man
(well ah haaaa)
I been watchin these niaz from a fog
My best friend left me with
Some dope in his car
So now I been hesitant to roll with the crowd
I represent niaz smokin dro', actin wild
(ya feel me now?)
I been bouncin, ever since the 9 dro
Money, cars, clothes, hoes, 17 years old
Hop in the club with no ID, no nia
Here is gonna try me, zone 1, 2
3 r e s p e c t vIP, bout 20 deep
Hardest nigga in the street
Tryin to find me a bi I can check
Probably be the bitch on the deck
Better yet, i'ma slap a bi ass
Nia, a fu ass nia, ol bitin ass nia
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta
Talkin, Pastor Troy nia
Where my motherfuin offerin?
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin'
Tell them niaz keep motherfuin fightin
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion
About who i'm fuin, about who i'm hittin
Yeah!, Baby give me why ya can't
Cause I ain't playin with ya this year man
(well ah haaaa)
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta
Talkin, Pastor Troy nia
Where my motherfuin offerin?
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin'
Tell them niaz keep motherfuin fightin
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion
About who i'm fuin, about who i'm hittin
Yeah!, Baby give me why ya can't
Cause I ain't playin with ya this year man
(well ah haaaa)
Got me on the road everyday, to fill my name
Me and my dreams of gettin the world crunk
The hit's bring bling, and do the ATL stomp
This thang real
I got the gun chill, cranberry's and x pills
Smokin on the best of the best
When you see me you know i'm fresh
In the black lambo, I ain't ridin there hoe
Probably roll my other up, tell them what
I don't give a fu
Prince's cut, round my neck, round my wrist
In my ear
In my son ear, in his mama ear, crystal clear
Listen hear
This fo all yall niaz bitin' my flow
Wanna come up in the game
I can't stand a mane actin like I don't know
Yeah!, There's been a whole lotta
Talkin, Pastor Troy nia
Where my motherfuin offerin?
Yeah!, It's a whole lotta bitin'
Tell them niaz keep motherfuin fightin
Yeah!, It's a whole lotta suspicion
About who i'm fuin, about who i'm hittin
Yeah!, Baby give me why ya can't
Cause I ain't playin with ya this year man
(well ah haaaa)
I been watchin these niaz from a fog
My best friend left me with
Some dope in his car
So now I been hesitant to roll with the crowd
I represent niaz smokin dro', actin wild
(ya feel me now?)
I been bouncin, ever since the 9 dro
Money, cars, clothes, hoes, 17 years old
Hop in the club with no ID, no nia
Here is gonna try me, zone 1, 2
3 r e s p e c t vIP, bout 20 deep
Hardest nigga in the street
Tryin to find me a bi I can check
Probably be the bitch on the deck
Better yet, i'ma slap a bi ass
Nia, a fu ass nia, ol bitin ass nia
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta
Talkin, Pastor Troy nia
Where my motherfuin offerin?
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin'
Tell them niaz keep motherfuin fightin
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion
About who i'm fuin, about who i'm hittin
Yeah!, Baby give me why ya can't
Cause I ain't playin with ya this year man
(well ah haaaa)
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta
Talkin, Pastor Troy nia
Where my motherfuin offerin?
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin'
Tell them niaz keep motherfuin fightin
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion
About who i'm fuin, about who i'm hittin
Yeah!, Baby give me why ya can't
Cause I ain't playin with ya this year man
(well ah haaaa)