Текст песни Pastor Troy - Rhonda, слова песни Pastor Troy

Текст песни Pastor Troy - Rhonda

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Pastor Troy:KD had called and gave me the wordSaid this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the weekFrom the islandsAs soon as K told me this shit, I started smilingCause all I could see was money pilingShit, on top of moneyNow, ??? with the money for the week, and ChesapeakeThe heat made my nigga take a breakIf I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don`t look suspiciousI`ma sell the fucking quart for the ?? the ha haAs I told K bye bye, he shot me adviceIf you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twiceThis is ya nigga for lifeGo fight `em fire for fireHit my hip when you finish said his calling card expiredHung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do itThere`s Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truittNow Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much,I guess I`ll take Rhonda, cause Rhonda don`t give a fuckBut first I got to pump her upI`m give her what, 10 g`sTell her if she really love me she would do this for meEternally we`ll be together for better or for worseBut first we got to take these niggas to the hearseBurst in they shit, get the bricks come back outI`m be waiting in the chevy, you know I`m ready to take em` outIf they front `cha baby, come on, we make it we richCome on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitchChorus: <Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda (in background)I`m the realist bitchI`m mo` realer than realityFuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty<Repeat 4X>Well I`m the realist bitchI`m mo realer than reality (well uh huh)Fuck that dumb shit (uh huh)It take nothing to a casualty (what)FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh)Coming back from St. CroixFirst lady to Pastor Troy (well come on)Even I`m a Georgia Boy, cause boy I`m ready jack (well uh huh)All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin` at (well uh huh)Drop it like a maniac (uh huh)Set it off by myself (well uh huh)Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever elsePastor Troy:Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living singleI`ll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocksGrab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin`Then I`m gone bust in cusin` and leave his punk ass fa` nothingNow what`s in store for you is 10 g`s(That`s enough for me, I don`t give a fat fuckwhat`s the fucking hold up?)About this time I saw a truck, to a familiarK had said them motherfuckers had a truck similiarPassengers are him and her, playing some reggae shitTwo a.k.`s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spitGuess the driver thank he slick, dred head motherfuckerGuess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckersThat owe `em money, that what, with K.D. & ChesapeakeHeard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke meIf he had the keys all I can do now is wonderBut for now me and Rhonda filling `em up with the thunderChorus: (Repeat 4X)

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