I’m Made

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Pastor Troy - Rap, Crunk

I’m Made

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[Intro] Uh-huh (I didn't wanna do them niggas like this) Huh, uh-huh! (I didn't even wanna do them niggas like this) Uh-huh, come on! (Hey yo, hey yo) Uh-huh, come on! (Hold up, hold up, DSGB in this muthafucka, nigga) Uh-huh, come on! (Representin' this shit one time) Uh-huh, come on! (Huh, this gangsta shit, nigga) Uh-huh, come on! (ATL, ho) Come on, let 'em know! [Verse 1] Introduction to a lunatic (come on)...huh, y'all playin' (come on) Got AK's for the stupid shit (come on)...huh And that's all I'm sayin' (come on!) Yeah, layin' low, bag of dro', smokin' heavily (uh-huh) Carl Mo dropped the muthafuckin' melody (well uh-huh) Y'all don't wanna get this thing crunked up (uh-huh) I got mah pistol in mah gut, nigga 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 talkin' 'bout (well uh-huh) "Naw Troy, I don't understand I tried to warn all them niggas that you the man" (well, uh-huh) I'm makin' money, I'm country, and roll with felons (uh-huh) You talkin' 'bout shit real, bitch, who ya telling'? (well, uh-huh) Temperature (???) like a code red (come on!) And I ain't grinnin' till you muthafuckin' dead (come on!) Who scared? [Hook] If I go out in a blaze Tell all them pussy muthafuckas I was gunning 'til I fell in mah 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 pussy muthafuckas 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 Bitch, I'm muthafuckin' made Bitch, I'm muthafuckin' made Bitch, I'm muthafuckin' made Bitch, I'm muthafuckin' made Get paid [Verse 2] Yeah, verse 2, I'ma make you feel real lame Got a gram talkin' 'bout he in the dope game Say he got a nigga comin' from Bermuda I'ma introduce ya nigga to mah Ruger You got 30 ki's, nigga, bring the ki's out Muthafucka, you still sleepin' at ya mama house Sellin' dope for 5 years with no profit Bitch, if you can't come up, you needs to stop it Rap game, I locked it, nobody else can enter D-S-G-B representer We in the winter riding drop top Pussy nigga, you need to stop, give me mah props They call the cops but that ain't necessary (So, tell 'em why!) I'm made Go get some knowledge from yo' library Pussy nigga, learn to get paid [Hook] If I go out in a blaze Tell all them pussy muthafuckas I was gunning 'til I fell in mah 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 pussy muthafuckas 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 Bitch, I'm muthafuckin' made Bitch, I'm muthafuckin' made Bitch, I'm muthafuckin' made Bitch, I'm muthafuckin' made Get paid, yeah!

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Credits

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  • Pastor Troy
  • Carl Mo