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Текст песни Pastor Troy f Peter the Disciple - Vica Versa

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[Pastor Troy - talking]Yeah (yeah)This song is called Goddamn, Vica Versa(I`m doin` my best to save my people)It`s like, (The people & I will rely in God)Picture everything that you thought was good, was really badEverything bad, was really good(What if Heaven was on Earth nigga)The whole world, vica versa(Good is bad)Vica versa (Bad is good)(Dear Lord am I the only one?)This shit here, Goddamn, gon`Go`n get you a fat blunt of that `droSmoke that shit(It`s all vica versa)Look up in the air nigga(We rich nigga)(This is what we doin`, it`s vica versa)I know all these real niggas gone feel this shitVica Versa, Pastor Troy(Vica Versa)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahWhat if Heaven was Hell and vica versaIf I told you go to Hell, would you tell I cursed ya?I reimbursed ya with the truth so you know my fateAnd pray I die, I`m that nigga that they love to hateI wanna make you use yo mind, God has sent a signAnd when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your timeAgain I ask, Heaven was hell and vica versaWould you start doin` evil in order to nurture--the spirit man?Do you understand that there`s a war?It`s ragin` on and the devil got some ammo tooDon`t get me wrong, but I put my trust off in the LordIt`s too corrupt, know that God gon` help me blow `em upI give a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa, I have no fearI done witnessed too much Hell right here, lend me your earRecall the beer we had to po`For all our niggaz hit the Devil with the .44Payback niggaMy liquor keep my from tryin` to enter, battle aloneAnd to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zoneKnow I`m grown, but I`m still a babyIt`s vica versa so I guess I`ll beg Satan to save meGod I`m confused, the fuse of all these motherfuckers, makin` me sick{*Virgin Mary never fucked nobody, but she suck dick*}With a clique of nasty concubines, and vice-a versaSo she`ll probably do the whole nine, that nasty hoI don`t know where I`ma go this Christmas, it`s Satan`s birthI`ma try to smoke a pound of weed, and ease the EarthWhile Jesus equiped with angels, the Devil`s equiped with fireFor God so love the world that he blessed the thug with rocksWon`t stop until they feel meProtect me Devil, think the Lord is tryin` to kill meIt`s vica versaHeaven is below, while this dozier keep me highTo see the Lord almighty nigga, I`m ready to dieMy reply for any questions asked, "The Devil made me do it"Who`s the Devil may I ask?, It`s so pollutedUp-rooted from all this stupid shitSee me cremated, my adaption to the climateSo glad I made itElated that they gon` go to HeavenBut do they know Heaven may not be th place to goAgain I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versaThe devil`s in me and I`ll be damned if I`m gon let god hurt yaFollow me...[Peter the Disciple]If it was vica versa, I`d be and angel, `cause I`m a devilA Down South Georgia Rebel, a whole `nother fuckin` levelRemenisin` on all the good and the bad that I didBustin` caps and splittin` wigsAnd servin` nicks and talkin` shitThis is vica versa no fuckin` commercialHeaven or Hell, where do we go?When we die, eternal fire or the street of goldOnly God knows, vica versa

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