Pastor Troy - Gone Getcha lyrics

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Pastor Troy - Gone Getcha lyrics

[Intro] (6 1/2 times) Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, n***a (I'm P-Troy n***a!!) Y'all know what time it is, baaaby! [Verse] Now let's pray lord have mercy, help 'em God Pastor Troy baby, and I'm- coming hard Had to sit back, and see the big picture Probably in the back seat, bustin' me a Swisher Know how I getcha Huffin' and puffin' and cussin' over percussion Out the back field, two-thousand yards rushin' I'm struttin', I'm rushin', spinnin', I'm jukin' Gotcha girlfriend on the side-line lookin' (Wha**up, baby?) It's all a game, but the winner is the one who maintain They all know my name, I'm the heavyweight champ I rock the belt and got some k**ers on my camp This drank done got me amp, it got me ready to shut the club down Can't get all the way, for a motherf**in touchdown Let's clown Dancin' in the endzone, I'm lookin' good, I'm lookin strong Pastor Troy 'bout to getcha buck, tell them hoes it's on (Yeah!) [Hook] Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, n***a (This right here!) Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, n***a (This right here!) Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, n***a (Now, this right here!) Gone getcha hype, (Hell yeah!) gone getcha crunk (Gone getcha buck, n***a!) Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, n***a (This right here!) Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, n***a (This right here!) Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, n***a (Now, this right here!) Gone getcha hype, (Hell yeah!) gone getcha crunk (Gone getcha buck, n***a!) [Bridge] Ok, If you came to get buck throw it up (Throw it up!) If you came to get buck throw it up (Throw it up!) EASTSIDE!!! (Eastside!) WESTSIDE!!! (Westside!) NORTHSIDE!!! (Northside!) SOUTHSIDE, HO!!! (Southside, ho!) [Verse] P.T. baby, I came to get crunk I'ont get low, I'ont ATL stomp All I do, is come through in the clutch (In the clutch) Kick Atlanta sh**, back Atlanta sh** up Them s**ers took a real low, motherf** a dutch I'd rather grab a mic and grab my nuts I got it in cruise control, I got it set From Colli Park, bout to hurt a known in the Dec All over Zone Three and Zone Four Every set that you claim, I got a ho; you know She ready! Probably got more balls than you She ready! Hey, there boo, what they do The Pastor, after me, there'll be three Two that ain't there, and one you can't see It's just me, the PT Cruiser I'm independent, and bout to do ya And it's... [Hook] [Bridge] [Outro] Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, n***a Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, n***a Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, n***a Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk (Gone getcha buck, n***a!) Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, n***a Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, n***a Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, n***a Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk (Gone getcha buck, n***a!)

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