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Big Mouth, Big Talk
T‐Rock
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Pastor Troy
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🇬🇧 English · Original
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Come on down tonight!
Come on down tonight!
Come on down tonight!
Okay, okay, okay
What's up? (Big mouth) Big talk (Big game)
Dick the pad (Take your name) Box tag (Take your name)
What's up? (Big mouth) Big talk (Big game)
Dick the pad (Take your name) Box tag (Take your name)
Okay, okay, okay
Triple Six, nine to nine, a bitch was fuckin'
Creep up on you pussy niggas, hit the lights and the bucket
Don't you love it? Shit, Pastor Troy, P.S.T.V
I represent it with my niggas from what? (Tennessee!)
The enemy of the state, I'm keepin' nothing but weight
I chop ground on these niggas, just until I get straight
And niggas fake, but I tell them niggas, "Fuck y'all!"
I dump your pussy ass and lift it with my nigga Paul
Who can you call? But Satan, you see me pacin'
And you can run and run, but I'll be waitin'
And you can bet I represent it for the Southeast
And that dub from the motherfuckin' beach, Triple Six!
We got Mass Society Records Incorporated
Hypnotize Minds with this motherfuckin' Black Nine!
We ride a motherfucker, bring it on!
Whatever y'all motherfuckers wanna do
What's up? (Big mouth) Big talk (Big game)
Dick the pad (Take your name) Box tag (Take your name)
What's up? (Big mouth) Big talk (Big game)
Dick the pad (Take your name) Box tag (Take your name)
What's up? (Big mouth) Big talk (Big game)
Dick the pad (Take your name) Box tag (Take your name)
What's up? (Big mouth) Big talk (Big game)
Dick the pad (Take your name) Box tag (Take your name)
I started rollin' at an early age
I heard it paid, so I made that investment
Shit, all my money was spent on buyin' drugs
And givin' hugs to broads checkin' for bugs
Because I'm dodgin' the law, I never saw
And may I kept if I looked, the razor bro
The half rapper, half crook, I stole the show
I didn't know I'd be judged, that's on the low
It's Pastor Troy, praise God 'cause I just feel
And my intentions is real, whoever will
Please step up to be killed, don't think I'm real
Just to show that blood is red
Ain't no way 'til you're finished, it's sixteen shots in your head
Y'all scared!
Yeah, Triple Six, Mass Society
Throw it up to all the fuck niggas that lie to me
We killin' y'all!
Ain't no motherfuckin' game
What's up? (Big mouth) Big talk (Big game)
Dick the pad (Take your name) Box tag (Take your name)
What's up? (Big mouth) Big talk (Big game)
Dick the pad (Take your name) Box tag (Take your name)
What's up? (Big mouth) Big talk (Big game)
Dick the pad (Take your name) Box tag (Take your name)
What's up? (Big mouth) Big talk (Big game)
Dick the pad (Take your name) Box tag (Take your name)
In Atlanta, H-L, gun shells, crack sales for clockin' tails
Brutal even your head swell, all who oppose get sent to Hell
Enraged, make ways to stay paid with AK's
Send folks below or into Heaven's gateway
Keep properties in robberies with twelve gauge technology
So I kill, blood spill, I show no love for monarchy
Drop a G, then pay a fee to a hitman killin' enemies
Shot heads with infrared, so it's dead fuckin' injuries
I specialize to generalize, all the guys in my target spots
Full clip bust in between your eyes, flip flies that'll show demise
When I bust my shells, ho, leave you stuck like Velcro
Throwin' blows then elbows, then tie that trick to the railroad
Ruthless, then shoot the trick, now who the snitch to get crucifix?
Clip the shit, be super thick, to inform you we ain't new to this
Blade weave my tendencies, bury MC's with jealousy
Silent kill with steel I keep, Pastor preachin' jewelogy, bitch!