Pastor Troy - Rhonda Lyrics
Pastor Troy:KD had called and gave me the wordSaid this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the weekFrom the islandsAs soon as K told me this shit, I started smilingCause all I could see was money pilingShit, on top of moneyNow, ??? with the money for the week, and ChesapeakeThe heat made my nigga take a breakIf I could catch all 10 of them *****es, and I don't look suspiciousI'ma sell the *****ing quart for the ?? the ha haAs I told K bye bye, he shot me adviceIf you gone do it nigga do it nigga, ***** thinking twiceThis is ya nigga for lifeGo fight 'em fire for fireHit my hip when you finish said his calling card expiredHung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do itThere's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truittNow Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much,I guess I'll take Rhonda, cause Rhonda don't give a *****But first I got to pump her upI'm give her what, 10 g'sTell her if she really love me she would do this for meEternally we'll be together for better or for worseBut first we got to take these niggas to the hearseBurst in they shit, get the bricks come back outI'm be waiting in the chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' outIf they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we richCome on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass *****Chorus:I'm the realist *****I'm mo' realer than reality***** that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualtyWell I'm the realist *****I'm mo realer than reality (well uh huh)***** 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. CroixFirst lady to Pastor Troy (well come on)-acapo
