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pastor troy - i'm made lyrics

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[intro]
uh-huh (i didn’t wanna do them n-ggas like this)
huh, uh-huh! (i didn’t even wanna do them n-ggas like this)
uh-huh, come on! (hey yo, hey yo)
uh-huh, come on! (hold up, hold up, dsgb in this motherf-cker, n-gga)
uh-huh, come on! (representin’ this sh-t one time)
uh-huh, come on! (huh, this gangsta sh-t, n-gga)
uh-huh, come on! (atl, ho)
come on, let ’em know!

[verse 1]
introduction to a lunatic (come on)…huh, y’all playing (come on)
got ak’s for the stupid sh-t (come on)…huh
and that’s all i’m saying (come on!)
yeah, laying low, bag of dro’, smoking heavily (uh-huh)
carl mo dropped the m-th-f-ckin melody (well uh-huh)
y’all don’t wanna get this thing crunked up (uh-huh)
i got my pistol in my gut, n-gga what! (uh-huh)
low on paper, so these haters i’m ’bout maxed out (uh-huh)
i approach ’em they don’t know what i’m talking ’bout (well uh-huh)
“naw troy, i don’t understand
i tried to warn all them n-ggas that you the man” (well, uh-huh)
i’m making money, i’m country, and roll with felons (uh-huh)
you talking ’bout sh-t real, b-tch, who ya telling? (well, uh-huh)
temperature (???) like a code red (come on!)
and i ain’t’ grinning till you m-th-f-ckin dead (come on!)
who scared?

[hook]
if i go out in a blaze
tell all them p-ssy motherf-ckers i was gunning ’til i fell in my grave
and i don’t sweat the disrespect
i explode with a tec to let them know that i was never afraid
if i go out in a blaze
tell all them p-ssy motherf-ckers i was gunning ’til i fell in the grave
and i don’t sweat the disrespect
i explode with a tec to let them know that i was never afraid
b-tch, i’m motherf-ckin’ made
b-tch, i’m motherf-ckin’ made
b-tch, i’m motherf-ckin’ made
b-tch, i’m motherf-ckin’ made
get paid

[verse 2]
yeah, verse 2, i’m a make you feel real lame
got a gram talking ’bout he in the dope game
say he got a n-gga coming from bermuda
i’m a introduce ya n-gga to my ruger
you got 30 ki’s, n-gga, bring the ki’s out
motherf-cker, you still sleeping at ya mama house
selling dope for 5 years with no profit
b-tch, if you can’t come up, you needs to stop it
rap game, i locked it, n0body else can enter
d-s-g-b representer
we in the winter riding drop top
p-ssy n-gga, you need to stop, give me my props
they call the cops but that ain’t necessary
(so, tell ’em why!) i’m made
go get some knowledge from yo library
p-ssy n-gga, learn to get paid

[hook]
if i go out in a blaze
tell all them p-ssy motherf-ckers i was gunning ’til i fell in my grave
and i don’t sweat the disrespect
i explode with a tec to let them know that i was never afraid
if i go out in a blaze
tell all them p-ssy motherf-ckers i was gunning ’til i fell in the grave
and i don’t sweat the disrespect
i explode with a tec to let them know that i was never afraid
b-tch, i’m motherf-ckin’ made
b-tch, i’m motherf-ckin’ made
b-tch, i’m motherf-ckin’ made
b-tch, i’m motherf-ckin’ made
get paid, yeah!



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