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No Mo Play in GA Lyrics Artist(Band):Pastor Troy
No Mo Play in GA Lyrics (phone ringing) Troy:yea, yea, yea can i speak to P? Guy on the phone:P aint here Troy: Hey yo, tell him that Pastor Troy and them Down South Georgia Boys said since everybody thank they soldiers then what's up lets go to war Chorus: My nigga fuck what you say, aint no mo' play in G.A. We Ready (in the background) <8x> Whats up, big mouth, big talk, big game Teacher pet, taking name, pump the teck,im takin aim Plenty range, plenty shot,plenty change,plenty glock Pack the heat and Imma keep em' hot and Imma take my stress right off the top Cuz Im not, nothin' like, anyone whats on the mike Wish ya might, sho' ya right,have yall thinkin' Im Barry White In the night,pack em' tight,call a fight, T.K.O We got mo'.you aint no,numero uno Keep a O,we burnin' slow We optimo, yall swisher sweets,and dont compete,Im to unique,sit back be quiet while the pastor preach I made the beat,you beat ya meat,yeah punk,you touch yoself It be Pastor Troy D.S.G.B represent until my death And anyone else,that wont us,you can trust it aint no fear You can talk that in my ear But that aint shit 'til ya come down here And anyone else that wont us,you can trust it aint no fear You can talk that in my ear,but that aint shit 'til ya come down here (Chorus) Fake gold,fake soul,sold this,sold that Story,grew old,old vouges,old lac But Im back,verse 2,and you,know me Aint no,owe me,you die,slowly Holy Bible,assault rifle,thou shall,not kill,unlees they make you feel Like they,superior,naw brah,who you wit D.S.G.B my clique, all the money that we can get In the mix,gone and pick,Im like Vick,Vapor rub Pinch a nick up out yo dub Who the fuck you thank I was Enough of,the talkin',talkin,whats up If we,actin up, you best be backin up Remember,re-up,red mouth,straighten me,all these niggas be hatin me Because we keep all the D,O-P,and a E O.P.P,we aint down,no of yall dont fuck around,quick to spit,every round C'mon clown,you so bad,you so raw,you so mean,in the car,lookin' mean All ya see, is the green Im the king,of the throne,still,in every song Pump it to,not live too long,Pastor Troy,and now its on (Chorus) I make the ghetto my lobby,make they habit my hobby Bought the look of Arm&Hammer,cooked it up,sell the copy Got me watchin for coppers,all I want is to prosper Niggas climbin wit me,dont know they claimin they G So bump this beat cuz its real,just change yo air change the station Watch a story bout hatin,then another bout bassin Im stayin rich to get it,but now Im sick of this shit So wit these last couple of dollars,we gone flip it ligit I bout this beat machine,bout big as a calculator Who would have every dreamed,we hit the studio later Its like I owe them bassers,for makin me take this serious Wasnt for the srtuggle cuz,you would not be hearin this In the mist,Im frisked bout 3 times a day What Im doin down here,nigga this where I stay I just pray,that I relay the message to some And let em' know,gotdamn aint no mo',play where Im from (Chorus) If you find some error in 2nd Self Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Visitors interested in Pastor Troy Lyrics may also interested in: |
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