Verse 1: Pastor Troy
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I'm in my big body Benz,
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Riding with 4 of my friends
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Shoot a bird at them coppers,
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While blowing smoke in the wind
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Up out the window my flag
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I got my foot on the gas
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Then my yak on the dash
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Then we run up at yo ass
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Riding the streets of Atlanta
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Better take out the camera
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D.S.G.B. on my banner, raised high
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Until I die, bet I'ma through it up
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It's Pastor Troy, 2000, don't give a
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Throw up yo flags
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Hook:
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Throw yo flags up! 7x
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Come on you scared, you scared
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Verse 2: Pastor Troy
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I got them fifteen's pushing, trying to rip up the speaker
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Know that Pastor and Peter, on the hunt for the reaper
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Call ???, CMB got the world in a dro'
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We flexing hard in Atlanta, or we get the scope
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It's GA, Georgia Tech or Bulldog
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2nd seed we, and I'm bout to Boss Hog
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Atlanta to Augusta a hustla straight out the rip
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Them Georgia boys my army forever we stand equipped
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Ready for whatever you better go ask around
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We ain't bout to playground with ya, we cutting ya down
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A million little boys trying to sound like me
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Now everybody copying the one that dissed P
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A second prized G, but I ain't chicken
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Soon as you think I'm slippin you hear that pistol clickin'
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And I'ma try my best to eat yo ass for dinner
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Better throw up yo flag and tell me that you surrender
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Throw it up
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Hook:
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Throw yo flags up! (3x) yeah, yeah
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Throw yo flags up! (3x) come on you scared, you scared
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Throw yo flags up! (3x) yeah, yeah
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Throw yo flags up! (3x) come on you scared, you scared
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Throw Yo Flags Up
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Pastor Troy |