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Pastor Troy lyrics
Pastor Troy lyrics
"MIND ON MY MONEY Lyrics"
Llora Coraz?n Lyrics
Corazon porque la quieres si con otro te esta enganando en palabras de mujeres corazon no estes confiando Llora corazon, corazon llora llora corazon, corazon llora Cuando llora el corazon es porque lo han traicianado el carino le han robado pobrecito corazon No comprenden tu sufrir
Verse 1: Pastor Troy
If this is space age pimping
Then I'ma work for NASA
Coming up with tight ass shit
Cause this the Pastor
Creep up on 'em wit laughter
Soon as she show them pearly whites
I grin back at her
Cause I'm gone fuck her ass tonite
Pussy be tight
But that don't mean that its gone end
Cause once I hit
Here comes the grand opening
She hoping then that she can be my main lady
And to keep pussy
I smile and tell her maybe
We lounge on leather
I wonder if whether
You know I'm da playa
Not the Captain Save A. Ho
Then I'm back sinking banks
While slitting Swishers
Lights, cameras, action
Why bitches be snapping pictures
Wish ya had the lout
Wish ya had the money
Wish ya had that big body Benz filled with hundreds
It's funny
Cause niggas think just cause we got stacks
But when I was broke bitches still rode on my lap
Perhaps
The money that's earned the game that's learned
Them hoe's that yearn
Make them pussy niggas eat yo worm
But here's your turn
Shit go ahead bust shots at me
Cause fucking hoe's and making money the priority
Hook:
I got my mind on my money
I ain't studdin' these hoe's (Repeat 2x)
I ain't studdin' these hoe's 2x
Spaceman Lyrics
[first: the melody by itself, whistled] Way high, so high: Travelin' fast and free. Spaceman, look down: Tell me what you see. Can you see the hunger there Strike without a sound? Can you see the food you burn As you circle round? Way high, so high: All the world will cheer. Spaceman, look down:>
Verse 2: Pastor Troy
A bunch of bitches don't bring no glory
Shit all they bring is a fucking bunch of lies and stories
And yeah I got a stack of stories standing weed high
And you can't take 'em with you when a nigga has to die
So I say fuck her
Bitches I try my best to duck em
I'm on the run
All these jealous motherfucking niggas
Is packing guns
For fun they wanna take the air
The Pastor breathe
But the shit does not give me a scare
They best believe
With ease I want to leave this Earth
But I'ma let these muthafuckers try to kill me first
Let's keep it interesting
The topics I be mentioningFinally Lyrics
No longer the same train it's reelin' on a different track No longer the same mistakes and no more looking back The station you're headin' for is not the place for me I couldn't see the barriers while I was standing in between Finally no longer the man I used to be No longer the same ship we were sailing on a different sea No other app
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Hell and heaven walking streets with that Mack 11 Corazon porque la quieres si con otro te esta enganando en palabras de mujeres corazon no estes confiando Llora corazon, corazon llora llora corazon, corazon llora Cuando llora el corazon es porque lo han traicianado el carino le han robado pobrecito corazon No comprenden tu sufrir
Verse 1: Pastor Troy
If this is space age pimping
Then I'ma work for NASA
Coming up with tight ass shit
Cause this the Pastor
Creep up on 'em wit laughter
Soon as she show them pearly whites
I grin back at her
Cause I'm gone fuck her ass tonite
Pussy be tight
But that don't mean that its gone end
Cause once I hit
Here comes the grand opening
She hoping then that she can be my main lady
And to keep pussy
I smile and tell her maybe
We lounge on leather
I wonder if whether
You know I'm da playa
Not the Captain Save A. Ho
Then I'm back sinking banks
While slitting Swishers
Lights, cameras, action
Why bitches be snapping pictures
Wish ya had the lout
Wish ya had the money
Wish ya had that big body Benz filled with hundreds
It's funny
Cause niggas think just cause we got stacks
But when I was broke bitches still rode on my lap
Perhaps
The money that's earned the game that's learned
Them hoe's that yearn
Make them pussy niggas eat yo worm
But here's your turn
Shit go ahead bust shots at me
Cause fucking hoe's and making money the priority
Hook:
I got my mind on my money
I ain't studdin' these hoe's (Repeat 2x)
I ain't studdin' these hoe's 2x
Spaceman Lyrics
[first: the melody by itself, whistled] Way high, so high: Travelin' fast and free. Spaceman, look down: Tell me what you see. Can you see the hunger there Strike without a sound? Can you see the food you burn As you circle round? Way high, so high: All the world will cheer. Spaceman, look down:
Verse 2: Pastor Troy
A bunch of bitches don't bring no glory
Shit all they bring is a fucking bunch of lies and stories
And yeah I got a stack of stories standing weed high
And you can't take 'em with you when a nigga has to die
So I say fuck her
Bitches I try my best to duck em
I'm on the run
All these jealous motherfucking niggas
Is packing guns
For fun they wanna take the air
The Pastor breathe
But the shit does not give me a scare
They best believe
With ease I want to leave this Earth
But I'ma let these muthafuckers try to kill me first
Let's keep it interesting
The topics I be mentioning
No longer the same train it's reelin' on a different track No longer the same mistakes and no more looking back The station you're headin' for is not the place for me I couldn't see the barriers while I was standing in between Finally no longer the man I used to be No longer the same ship we were sailing on a different sea No other app
Shot 'em with 7
Pop them niggas pick my shells up
And run and kick 'em
Tell them niggas we don't give a fuck
And fuck who with 'em
Equitted so see me smiling to a round of applause
Shot a bird at the judge
Tell 'em fuck they laws
My ball is hard as bricks
So I be damned if he charge me with shit
I'm sick as O.J.
And gonna make these hoe's day
It's understood
Pastor Troy up out this muthafucker with the money and the goods
Hook: 4x
I got my mind on my money
I ain't studdin' these hoe's (Repeat 2x)
I ain't studdin' these hoe's 2x