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    Pastor Troy / Lyrics

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    "Tell 'Em It's On" Lyrics

    Pastor Troy feat. Timbaland

    There's a lot of people out there
    This the fricky, fricky under the track
    There's a lot of people out there
    Fricky, fricky, fricky, fricky, fricky, under they track, ow, tell 'em

    [Chorus: Timbaland]
    Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it coming, oh
    Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, oh
    Tell 'em it's on, I bet you didn't see it coming, oh
    Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, oh
    Tell 'em it's on, V-A, G-A

    Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, yo
    Tell 'em it's on, yo, say what, say what
    Tell 'em it's on

    [Pastor Troy]
    I'm the ?, the A-T-L with the flow
    Keep it coming, got the A-K under the doe
    Why you runnin' talkin' mad but you ain't mad
    Cause I'm bad, the P-T billy, the bad ass
    I heard you clappin' your jaw, talkin' bout the A-T-L
    How you got it on lock, boy stop
    Cause I'm reppin' the city, East Point to ?
    I come from the city that don't play that
    I done came back with a song of my own
    Timbaland on the matter feel, tell 'em it's on
    P-T I'm a cruise, I'm a cruise, I'm a cruise control
    I'm nothin' till the motherfuckin' music slows
    I got some killers in Carolinas, some killers in Virginia

    Some millers off in 'bama and I'm not to mention Atlanta
    Just remember that you ain't got nothing on lock
    So make a nigga set your clock, it's P-T


    [Pastor Troy]
    ? I'm a tell 'em it's on
    Talkin' shit like them gangsta, sweet-as cologne
    I roll on in the ? with the quickness
    So southern Pastor, can I get a witness
    It's fitness the way that I work out on a track
    Got the gat, I'm a leave them niggaz right where they at
    Matter fact, anybody want to get some, then fuck they
    Tell them others where I come from, the letter A
    When I came through already knew that it was on
    The misrepresentation of my home
    We're never Zone 3, we're never Zone 4

    And if it's in the hood you better not go
    Cause niggaz in the hood you better not see
    The D, the S and then the G-be
    It's my hometown, I am crowned as the boss
    Don't make a nigga break ya off, tell 'em it's on


    [Pastor Troy]
    No apologies, I don't need it
    Written lyrics, homeboy, and read it, read it
    I got the big, buggle up and down
    This for all why yall monkey ass niggas in Atlanta
    Talkin' bout Collipark and New Georgia
    Give a little money and hang with new folks
    And here come back to the hood open arms
    This is not a kidnap-a-thon
    But where I'm from the real stay down
    Live and die and took up the A town
    If you think long at me you think wrong
    Nothin' else to say homeboy but it's on

    [Chorus: x2]

    You didn't see this coming, did you
    You didn't see this coming, did you
    Timbo, P-T, I bet yo didn't see it coming
    Did you homeboy, ow
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Micah Troy, Timothy Mosley, Timothy Z. Mosley.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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