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    "Who, What, When, Where" Lyrics

    Pastor Troy

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    [Intro]
    Yo, yo mic check 1,2 1,2 (Y'all know what time it is)
    This song is entitled (Y'all know what time it is)
    DSGB throughin it up baby
    The who, the what, the when and the motherfucking where
    (DSGB off in this motherfuckaaaaa)
    Ay yo y'all know what time it is baby
    (Tell me the who the when and the where, you best believe PT gon be there)
    Who - what - when - & where

    [Chorus]
    Now tell me
    Who, what, when, where (uhh huh)
    Who, what, when, where (well uhh huh)
    Who, what, when (come on), where (uhh huh), PT right there
    Now tell me
    Who, what, when, where (uhh huh)
    Who, what, when, where
    Now tell me
    Who, what, when, where, PT right there

    Off of theeeee - rip I'mmmmm - snappin like a columbine
    Never will I hesitate
    Georgia on my liscence plate
    Thankin' bout you underweights
    I'ma run through ya
    No ski mask I'm just gon motherfucking do ya
    This dirty ass krueger 'll make a nigga thank
    And I ain't no - new jack bitch I got rank
    And motherfucka tank if it ain't got no rounds
    I'm tryna handle business man but y'all clowns
    Keep - comin' round flappin' ya cock suckas
    & yeah I'm froma Atlanta - Atlanta I love ya
    Now back to the who (uhh huh)
    & back to the where (uhh huh)
    You know that I'm there cause they here me sayin' yeah
    The Pastor baby
    I'm hard as a rock
    They claimin' they done kicked Troy ass - boy stop
    As long as they make my 10 bags you got the house
    The hardest nigga puttin' it down in the South
    Now tell me

    [Chorus]

    Yeah
    Poppin' on my phone
    Prayin' I'ma say yo name in my song (Timbaland)
    Well dumb ass nigga will be yo' name for today
    And don't say shit while I say - what I say
    But any damn way
    I still ain't talkin' 'bout the shit
    You just like Lil' John say "you just a bitch"
    That gun powder - spit
    Haha - actin like daffy duck
    We hog tie niggas to the back of the fire truck
    My ??balls?? ain't tough
    It's whatever ??gorilla less??
    I keep on truckin'
    I'm the first nigga buckin'
    Mr. PT
    Optimist prime
    The PT cruiser a.k.a prime time
    Mr. October
    Also known as number 2
    As long as I'm second - then I'm after you
    Ain't nothing else to do but rock the whole region
    It's Pastor Troy
    Georgia boy huntin season
    Now tell me

    [Chorus till end]
    This song was last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Jonathan Smith, Micah Troy.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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