Текст (слова) песни: Pastor Troy - Help Me Rhonda

Pastor Troy:

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, ??? 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 ?? the 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

Chorus: I`m the realist bitch
I`m mo` realer than reality
Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty

Well I`m the realist bitch
I`m mo realer than reality (well uh huh)
Fuck that dumb shit (uh huh)
It take nothing to a casualty (what)
FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh)
Coming back from St. Croix
First lady to Pastor Troy (well come on)
Even I`m a Georgia Boy, cause boy I`m ready jack (well uh huh)
All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin` at (well uh huh)
Drop it like a maniac (uh huh)
Set it off by myself (well uh huh)
Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else

Pastor Troy:

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. & 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

Chorus: (Repeat 4X)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Pastor Troy - Help Me Rhonda Pastor Troy: 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, ??? 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 ?? the 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 Chorus: I`m the realist bitch I`m mo` realer than reality Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty Well I`m the realist bitch I`m mo realer than reality (well uh huh) Fuck that dumb shit (uh huh) It take nothing to a casualty (what) FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh) Coming back from St. Croix First lady to Pastor Troy (well come on) Even I`m a Georgia Boy, cause boy I`m ready jack (well uh huh) All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin` at (well uh huh) Drop it like a maniac (uh huh) Set it off by myself (well uh huh) Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else Pastor Troy: 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. & 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 Chorus: (Repeat 4X) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Help Me Rhonda: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/115/1/5738.html Все тексты песен: Pastor Troy » Pastor Troy - We Dem Georgia Boyz » Pastor Troy - Oh Father » Pastor Troy - Chug-A-Lug » Pastor Troy - The Intro » Pastor Troy - This Tha City » Pastor Troy - Throw Your Flags » Pastor Troy - I Declare War!! » Pastor Troy - Help Me Rhonda » Pastor Troy - Aint No Sunshine » Pastor Troy - Move To Mars » Pastor Troy - I Be Damn » Pastor Troy - Face Off » Pastor Troy - Representin` » Pastor Troy - Can You Stand The Game » Pastor Troy - Its on Down Here » Pastor Troy - Then I Got Changed » Pastor Troy - ChugaLug » Pastor Troy - Livin` Today Thru... » Pastor Troy - We Want Some Answers » Pastor Troy - You Can`t Pimp Me Рекомендуем скачать: » Гиви Чрелашвили - Январь » Геннадий Жуков - Лебедь » Геннадий Виксман - Уезжают друзья, собирают палатки... » Георгий Дубенецкий - Утро » Гиви Чрелашвили - Ночная жизнь, и фонари... » Григорий Бронштейн - Чем ты заплатишь за закат?.. » Гости из Будущего - Холодно (версия 2000) » Григорий Дикштейн - Шансонье (Жоржу Брассансу, Франция) » Гиви Чрелашвили - Этюд дождя » Георгий Дубенецкий - Посвящение Чегету и креплениям Маркер М4-15. » Григорий Бронштейн - Как да по морюшку по синему... » Геннадий Жаров - Мыкаюсь по свету » Гости из Будущего - О том как трудно » Галина Брусницына - Весна. Песенка » Геннадий Чугуев - Медвеженок » Георгий Дубенецкий - Что-то есть в горах такое... » Голицына Катерина - Встреча » Григорий Дикштейн - Мое взрослое дитя » Гражданская Оборона - Приказ № 227 » Губы - Не важно
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