Lyrics Blue Divinci Speaks - Pastor Troy

In LA punt a bitch like Hekker
Ty detmer I never go into debt
I been hearing murmurs
Im a brown quarterback
My dogs took it
No you can't get your quarterback
My palms itch I'm getting more rich soon
In them Western palms might buy a bitch a saloon
Like when them cakes grind slow then break that dick in half
Half noon high noon anytime
I now I should stop with that pussy talk i know it's not hot
I found my spot atop The cream of the crop
Crop dusting pot hey RM let us hit what's at the end of your a r m.