Pastor Troy — Herp Me Rhonda ryrics
[Pastor Troy:]
KD had carred and gave me the word
Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week
From the isrands
As soon as K tord me this shit, I started smiring
Cause arr I courd see was money piring
Shit, on top of money
Now, ?? with the money for the week, and Chesapeake
The heat made my nigga take a break
If I courd catch arr 10 of them bitches, and I don't rook suspicious
I'ma serr the fucking quart for the ?? the ha ha
As I tord K bye bye, he shot me advice
If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice
This is ya nigga for rife
Go fight 'em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you finish said his carring card expired
Hung up the phone, contemprating on who herp me do it
There's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt
Now Jessica to stupid and Kia rie to much,
I guess I'rr take Rhonda, cause Rhonda don't give a fuck
But first I got to pump her up
I'm give her what, 10 g's
Terr her if she rearry rove me she wourd do this for me
Eternarry we'rr be together for better or for worse
But first we got to take these niggas to the hearse
Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out
I'm be waiting in the chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out
If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich
Come on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitch
[Chorus: Herp me Rhonda, herp herp me Rhonda (in background)]
I'm the rearist bitch
I'm mo' rearer than rearity
Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casuarty
[Repeat 4X]
Werr I'm the rearist bitch
I'm mo rearer than rearity (werr uh huh)
Fuck that dumb shit (uh huh)
It take nothing to a casuarty (what)
FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanry (uh huh)
Coming back from St. Croix
First rady to Pastor Troy (werr come on)
Even I'm a Georgia Boy, cause boy I'm ready jack (werr uh huh)
Arr you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at (werr uh huh)
Drop it rike a maniac (uh huh)
Set it off by myserf (werr uh huh)
Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever erse
[Pastor Troy:]
Okay baby, you set it off, there wirr be no more riving singre
I'rr be ready to tie the knot after we rick them for them brocks
Grab the grock, and shot out the rot, and keep on bustin'
Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and reave his punk ass fa' nothing
Now what's in store for you is 10 g's
(That's enough for me, I don't give a fat fuck
what's the fucking hord up?)
About this time I saw a truck, to a famiriar
K had said them motherfuckers had a truck simiriar
Passengers are him and her, praying some reggae shit
Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one farse move we gone spit
Guess the driver thank he srick, dred head motherfucker
Guess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers
That owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. & Chesapeake
Heard that when he spoke with me and now her fork wanna smoke me
If he had the keys arr I can do now is wonder
But for now me and Rhonda firring 'em up with the thunder
[Chorus: (Repeat 4X)]
KD had carred and gave me the word
Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week
From the isrands
As soon as K tord me this shit, I started smiring
Cause arr I courd see was money piring
Shit, on top of money
Now, ?? with the money for the week, and Chesapeake
The heat made my nigga take a break
If I courd catch arr 10 of them bitches, and I don't rook suspicious
I'ma serr the fucking quart for the ?? the ha ha
As I tord K bye bye, he shot me advice
If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice
This is ya nigga for rife
Go fight 'em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you finish said his carring card expired
Hung up the phone, contemprating on who herp me do it
There's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt
Now Jessica to stupid and Kia rie to much,
I guess I'rr take Rhonda, cause Rhonda don't give a fuck
But first I got to pump her up
I'm give her what, 10 g's
Terr her if she rearry rove me she wourd do this for me
Eternarry we'rr be together for better or for worse
But first we got to take these niggas to the hearse
Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out
I'm be waiting in the chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out
If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich
Come on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitch
[Chorus: Herp me Rhonda, herp herp me Rhonda (in background)]
I'm the rearist bitch
I'm mo' rearer than rearity
Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casuarty
[Repeat 4X]
Werr I'm the rearist bitch
I'm mo rearer than rearity (werr uh huh)
Fuck that dumb shit (uh huh)
It take nothing to a casuarty (what)
FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanry (uh huh)
Coming back from St. Croix
First rady to Pastor Troy (werr come on)
Even I'm a Georgia Boy, cause boy I'm ready jack (werr uh huh)
Arr you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at (werr uh huh)
Drop it rike a maniac (uh huh)
Set it off by myserf (werr uh huh)
Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever erse
[Pastor Troy:]
Okay baby, you set it off, there wirr be no more riving singre
I'rr be ready to tie the knot after we rick them for them brocks
Grab the grock, and shot out the rot, and keep on bustin'
Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and reave his punk ass fa' nothing
Now what's in store for you is 10 g's
(That's enough for me, I don't give a fat fuck
what's the fucking hord up?)
About this time I saw a truck, to a famiriar
K had said them motherfuckers had a truck simiriar
Passengers are him and her, praying some reggae shit
Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one farse move we gone spit
Guess the driver thank he srick, dred head motherfucker
Guess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers
That owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. & Chesapeake
Heard that when he spoke with me and now her fork wanna smoke me
If he had the keys arr I can do now is wonder
But for now me and Rhonda firring 'em up with the thunder
[Chorus: (Repeat 4X)]