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Pastor

Kd had called and gave me the
Said this nigga had ten birds, in augusta for the
From the
As soon as k me this shit, I started smiling
Cause all I could see was piling
Shit, on top of
Now, ? ? ? with the money for the week, and
The heat made my nigga a break
If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I look suspicious
I'ma the fucking quart for the ? ? the ha ha
As I told k bye bye, he me advice
If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck twice
This is ya nigga for
Go 'em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you finish said his calling expired
Hung up the phone, contemplating on who me do it
There's kia and jessica and then rhonda
Now to stupid and kia lie to much,
I guess take rhonda, cause rhonda don't give a fuck
But first I got to her up
I'm her what, 10 g's
her if she really love me she would do this for me
Eternally we'll be together for or for worse
But first we got to these niggas to the hearse
Burst in shit, get the bricks come back out
I'm be in the chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out
If front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich
on, shit, rhonda, my down ass bitch

Chorus: me rhonda, help help me rhonda (in background)
I'm the bitch
I'm mo' realer reality
Fuck dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty
4x>

Well I'm the bitch
I'm mo realer than (well uh huh)
Fuck that shit (uh huh)
It take nothing to a (what)
Fbi be me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh)
Coming back from st.
First lady to pastor (well come on)
Even I'm a boy, cause boy I'm ready jack (well uh huh)
All you got to say is where them pussy hangin' at (well uh huh)
Drop it a maniac (uh huh)
Set it off by (well uh huh)
Fuck them pussy and who ever else

Pastor

Okay baby, you set it off, there be no more living single
I'll be ready to tie the knot we lick them for them blocks
Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on
Then I'm gone in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing
Now in store for you is 10 g's
(that's for me, I don't give a fat fuck
What's the hold up? )
About this time I saw a truck, to a
K had said them had a truck similiar
Passengers are him and her, playing some shit
Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we spit
Guess the driver thank he slick, head motherfucker
he most be know my bitch, rhonda watch them motherfuckers
That owe 'em money, that what, k.d. & chesapeake
Heard when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me
If he had the all I can do now is wonder
But for now me and filling 'em up with the thunder

(repeat 4x)