Pop Dat Pu**y - DJ Black & Pastor Troy

Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt After blunt after blunt after, hey Cup after cup, gotta double that up I've been waitin' on this all day — Pass that —, yeah Nigga pass that — Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt After blunt after blunt after, hey Cup after cup, gotta double that up I've been waitin' on this all day — Pass that — Nigga pass that shit — Pass that —, yeah Nigga pass that — The blunt up, the blunt up, the blunt up, the blunt up today I called up the Uber but then I pulled out the Range Grab that —, yeah Then grab that — I roll up to pull up, I'm stuntin', I'm stuntin', hey I smoke up to pull up, I pull up and I'm like, "hey" That's that — Yeah, yeah that's that — Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt After blunt after blunt after, hey Cup after cup, gotta double that up I've been waitin' on this all day — Pass that —, yeah Nigga pass that — Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt After blunt after blunt after, hey Cup after cup, gotta double that up I've been waitin' on this all day — Pass that — — Pass that — Nigga pass that —, yeah Nigga pass that — What you women talkin' 'bout? I only wanna get up there A bad bitch rollin' up some good Light it up and hand me it All I wanna do, trouble up Extendo doubled up Tired as fuck ain't no more work Ease my mind, that's where it hurt Pull up in somethin' that go skrrt Fishtailin' like we Dirk Feel like Ray J for the purp Come and let me hit it first I'ma pass it if it's some gas I'ma pull up, might forget to ask Smokin' ivory, passin' plenty tabs Roll the 'Wood up so it can last Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt After blunt after blunt after, hey Cup after cup, gotta double that up I've been waitin' on this all day — Pass that —, yeah Nigga pass that — Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt After blunt after blunt after, hey Cup after cup, gotta double that up I've been waitin' on this all day — Pass that — — Pass that — — Pass that —, yeah Nigga pass that —

Who dat? Oh um hum Who dat? Oh want to know right now oh How would you like it if I told you I had a new chick, And didn't need you no more cause she where sick with it? What if I was all in her crib and she was loving this dick; And I didn't tell you cause I didn't want you to know? You aint even on the low with it. You acting like you let a nigga hit it. Plus you aint got no job, So how you get fits and that whip? Just tell me who dat nigga is. Who Who dat with their arms all up around you Who dat gettin and hittin it like I use to Who dat spending all their chips Oh who dat bought you all that shit Tell me where did it come from And why he all on my sack How could you let him come in and get what I had I really don't wanna know But girl I gots to Tell me who's dat nigga Baby who Would you like if i went and got a floss piece, And let her stay at my crib cause she would cook for me? What if I gave her my last name, And she was the one that I claimed, And I didn't tell you cause I didn't want you to know? You aint even on the low with it. You acting like you let a nigga hit it. Plus you aint got no job, So how you get fits and that whip? Just tell me who dat nigga is. Who Who dat with their arms all up around you Who dat gettin and hittin it like I use to Who dat spending all their chips Oh who dat bought you all that shit Where did it come from And why he all on my sack How could you let him come in and get what I had I really don't wanna know But girl I gots to Tell me who's dat nigga Baby who It's killing me knowing you aint right You giving him all of my bump and grind I wish i had a chance to make it right Just one more time It's killing me to know that your gone What a nigga got to do to get you on I just can't take it I just can't fake it Who Who dat with their arms all up around you Who dat gettin and hittin it like I use to Who dat spending all their chips Oh who dat bought you all that shit Where did it come from And why he all on my sack How could you let him come in and get what I had I really don't wanna know But girl I gots to Tell me who's dat nigga Baby who Who dat Who dat Who dat Who dat Who dat Who dat cont... Yeah I wanna know I wanna know oh Yeah yeah yeah I wanna know who's the nigga in my house Gettin my mail Gettin my tail Wearing my house shoes In my bed room oh Who Who dat with their arms all up around you Who dat gettin and hittin it like I use to Who dat spending all their chips Oh who dat bought you all that shit Where did it come from And why he all on my sack How could you let him come in and get what I had I really don't wanna know But girl I gots to Tell me who's dat nigga Baby who

I've been gone for too long Think it's time I bring it back I've been gone for too long Now it's time I take it back Yea yea, you like it when I move it to the beat like that Got that bump bump in your truck Got them speakers burning up, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass This right here's a banger This right here's a keeper Just know when you play this You might blow out your speakers Me, I'm TNT Please don't set me off When the song come on You know I'm going off When the beat's up and down I'm a bring the place down This Georgia peach is so round Like it when I jump jump down to the ground When the beat's up and down Never complain when I put it down The princess is back in town I'm gonna put on my crown I've been gone for too long Think it's time I bring it back I've been gone for too long Now it's time I take it back Yea yea, you like it when I move it to the beat like that Got that bump bump in your truck Got them speakers burning up, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass This right here be jamming From N.Y. to Miami Bass be hitting so hard On the block it'll wake your mami This is for the Cadi's and the also Chevy's Yea yea yea, yeah I like it loud It ain't right if it ain't heavy When the beat's up and down I'm a bring the place down This Georgia peach is so round Like it when I jump jump down to the ground When the beat's up and down Never complain when I put it down The princess is back in town I'm gonna put on my crown I've been gone for too long Think it's time I bring it back I've been gone for too long Now it's time I take it back Yea yea, you like it when I move it to the beat like that Got that bump bump in your truck Got them speakers burning up, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Oh, I'm making love to the base line I feel it deep inside every time I hear that I can feel that, ooh I need that I gotta get that, bass Time to bring it back I've been gone for too long Think it's time I bring it back I've been gone for too long Think it's time I bring it back Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass I've been gone for too long Think it's time I bring it back I've been gone for too long Now it's time I take it back Yea yea, you like it when I move it to the beat like that Got that bump bump in your truck Got them speakers burning up, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass

KD had called and gave me the word Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week From the islands, as soon as K told me this shit, I started smiling 'Cause all I could see was money piling, shit, on top of money Now, can't you come up with the money for the week, and Chesapeake The heat made my nigga take a break If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspicious I'ma sell the fucking quart for the A.A., ha ha As I told K bye bye, he shot me advice If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice This is ya nigga for life, go fight 'em fire for fire Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it There's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt Now Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much I guess I'll take Rhonda, 'cause Rhonda don't give a fuck But first I got to pump her up, I'm give her what, 10 g's Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me Eternally we'll be together for better or for worse But first we got to take these niggas to the hearse Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out I'm be waiting in the Chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich Come on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitch Help me Rhonda, help Help, help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help, help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Well, I'm the realist bitch, I'm mo realer than reality Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly Coming back from St. Croix, First lady to Pastor Troy Even I'm a Georgia Boy, 'cause boy I'm ready jack All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at Drop it like a maniac, set it off by myself Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin' Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing Now what's in store for you is 10 G's That's enough for me, I don't give a fat fuck What's the fucking hold up? About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar K had said them motherfuckers had a truck similiar Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae shit Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spit Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head motherfucker Guess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers That owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. and Chesapeake Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me If he had the keys all I can do now is wonder But for now me and Rhonda filling 'em up with the thunder Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help Help me Rhonda, help

I'm outside 30 minutes, Tryna figure out Which car, Match my outfit CMON! (Chorus)2X The hardest decision i got to make (yeah) Which car i'm gon take when i skate (yeah) I'm ridin' big yo (big yo)... I'm ridin' big yo (big yo)... (Verse 1) Cadillac... Escalade... Candy red... I'm sittin' on blades... and uh. I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) 1979 trans am. All them niggaz can say is "goddamn!" (you saw troy car?) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) Lexus coupe (cmon), Q45 (cmon) Gettin' my dick sucked. While i drive, nigga. I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) 745 on chrome giovanni's, Who in the hell is these niggaz callin' country, baby. I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) (Chorus) (Verse 2) Stop! Hit ya horn! (uh huh) Blink ya lights! (c'mon) Swerve... That thang...(uh huh) To the right,(c'mon) Make... Sure you...(uh huh) Got big rims...(c'mon) The whip up on the clown... time to peel! Gto's... Chevy chevelles... I'm pushin' mine home... To the ATL... yeah I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) 1996 impala... Turbo on that bitch... Straight holla! (haha) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) I'm ridin' big yo...(big yo) (Chorus) (Verse 3) (Pt baby!) I envisioned my rims... Since i was 19 (c'mon!) Pukang white, interior dark green.(c'mon!) Know what i mean. Know how it feel.(c'mon!)(c'mon!) To come to the crib... And muthafuckin' chill... Like THAT! In my garage...(c'mon!) I'm kickin' it hard...(c'mon!) A charlestown nigga.(c'mon!) Not charles in charge.yeah To get to where i'm at you got to do what i done did... Thats if you wanna ride big! DSGB we ridin' big (we ridin' big) (well uh huh!) To my nigga DJ clue (we ridin' big)(well uh huh!) All my homies on the southside ridin' big (ridin' big)(well uh huh!) All my homies on the westside ridin' big (ridin' big)(well uh huh!) All my homies on the eastside ridin' big (ridin' big)(well uh huh!) All my homies on the northside ridin' big (ridin' big)(well uh huh!) Miss PT, i'm comin' hard at ya kid (well uh huh!) Cause the only way i ride... Is BIG!

[Pastor Troy] Venom, all I spit is venom, a cobra Flinch my teeth and I'ma ride till its over I'm never sober, I'm fucked up now Say you want pistol play, well then its Blah! Blah! Cause I'm the Pastor leader of a wicked church Get ta busting out in public, gives a fuck who I hurt Them hits was weak for the 2 triple O Bitch ask me if I got your CD, ah naw hoe Cause I am not from the city of bullshitting As soon as we come its time for wig splitting Your debt is bitten, I want undivided attention You say you pimping, I send my niggaz for the lynching Drenching your blood, God forgive 'em but we have sinned Them Georgia boys, when we come we come like men Fresh out of pen, I'm standing dead off in da' blaze With a fifth of remy pulling the pin out my grenade (Get paid!) [Chorus] [2X] I come from tha city that deh' don't play by rules I come from the city tha deh' ride on fucking fools [4X] A this tha city, this tha city, this tha city (Well Uh-huh) [Pastor Troy] Okay I come from the city, if you lame its going to be ugly A bunch of niggaz biting my game but they can't touch me I don't drink bubbly, I'm drinking remy out the bottle Bout 5 Benz follow, my city is off the throttle I heard you hard, heard you the one that crunk the style Don't drop your card, I got the lowest in the pile You cracking smiles, we cracking mugs selling drugs We what hoes love, ATL fucking thugs Its real boy, you know the his-tory Mac 10's popping high ca-pa-city My whole team praying that you make some noise So we can introduce you to them big boys, yeah I got killers doing time as I speak to you Then some mo' in the streets right next to you And fore you can say Troy it wasn't me cuz I'ma hit you wit the whole 63 cuz You see a bitch slap a bitch oh' really See you a fucking joker and I'm not fucking tickled When blood trickle, that's me up out the F-350 Ya feet best of be kicking ya ass a damn skippy In my city ain't no games, we learn your name And where you went to school at, and where you used to hang And when I run across ya is where I'm going to drop ya Breaking your punk ass off something proper [Chorus] [2X] I come from tha city that deh' don't play by rules I come from the city tha deh' ride a fucking fool [13X to fade] Well this tha city, this tha city, this tha city

Yeah (yeah) This song here is called goddamn vice-versa (I'm doin' my best to save my people) It's like (the people and I will rely in God) Picture everything that you thought was good Was really bad Everything bad was really good (What if Heaven was on Earth nigga?) The whole world, vice-versa (good is bad) Vice-versa (bad is good) (Dear Lord am I the only one?) This shit here, goddamn, gon' (vice-versa) Gonna get you a motherfucking fatass blunt of that 'dro Smoke that shit (it's all vice-versa) Look up in the air nigga (we're rich, nigga!) (It's vice-versa) I know all these real niggas gonna feel this shit Vice-versa, Pastor Troy (vice-versa) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah What if Heaven was Hell and vice-versa? (Yeah) If I told you "go to Hell" Wouldn't you tell I cursed ya? (Yeah) I reimbursed ya with the truth so you know my fate (yeah) They pray I die, I'm that nigga that they love to hate (yeah) I wanna make you use your mind, God has sent a sign (yeah) And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga, take your time (yeah) Again I ask, Heaven was hell and vice-versa (yeah) Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture (yeah) The spirit man? Do you understand that there's a war? (Yeah) It's ragin' on and the devil got some ammo too (yeah) Don't get me wrong, but I put my trust off in the Lord (yeah) It's too corrupt Know that God gon' help me blow 'em up (yeah) I give a fuck Heaven was hell and vice-versa (yeah) I have no fear I done witnessed too much Hell right here (yeah) Lend me your ear Recall the beer we had to pour (yeah) For all our niggas hit the Devil with the .44 (yeah) Payback nigga! My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter (yeah) battle alone And to deal with all this wickedness (yeah) I smoke a zone Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby (yeah) It's vice-versa, so I guess I'll beg Satan to save me (yeah) God I'm confused The fuse of all these motherfuckers (yeah) Makin' me sick Nobody (yeah), but she- With a clique of nasty concubines (yeah) It's vice-versa, so she'll probably do the whole nine (yeah) That nasty hoe I don't know where I'ma go this Christmas (yeah) It's Satan's birth I'ma try to smoke a pound of weed (yeah) And ease the hurt While Jesus equiped with angels The Devil's equipped with Glocks (yeah) For God so love the world That he blessed the thug with rocks (yeah) Won't stop until they feel me Protect me Devil, I think the Lord is tryin' to kill me It's vice-versa Heaven is below, while this 'dro just keeps me high See the Lord Almighty, nigga, I'm ready to die My reply for any questions asked? The Devil made me do it Who's the Devil may I ask? It's so polluted Up-rooted from all this stupid shit See me cremated, my adaption to the climate So glad I made it Elated that they gon' go to Heaven But do they know Heaven may not be the place to go? Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and vice-versa The devil's in me and I'll be damned if I'm gon' let God hurt ya Follow me If it was vice-versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a devil A down South Georgia rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level Reminiscin' on all the good and the bad that I did Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs And servin' nicks and talkin' shit This is vice-versa no fuckin' commercial Heaven or Hell, where do we go When we die eternal fire or the street of gold? Only God knows, vice-versa

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