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Pastor Troy - Havin' A Bad Day



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[Hook: 8x]
  
  Nigga don't fuck with me I'm having a bad day
  
  [Verse 1: Eleven Twenty-Nine]
  
  Sometimes I get in a mood when a nigga wanna hate this
  Sitting back watching niggas die
  You don't really wanna face this
  If you niggas want it
  I'm take 'em all down with some buck fire
  Flip 'em off with a couple of rounds
  Hundreds in my clip like that when I click clack
  With my click better what
  Coming from the waist better what
  Eleven finna hit 'em with the what
  Troy finna hit 'em with the what
  Kill 'em all when they be thinking that I'm playing with 'em
  Knowing that we gone get 'em
  Watch how many bullets hit 'em
  Leave 'em all dead
  Aiming for the head
  Running from the feds
  Living for the bread
  Y'all just don't know all the shit that niggas done said
  Trying to get paid in a cold world
  When it ain't all-to the good y'all
  Wanna big ball
  Wanna shot call
  Wanna test this
  Make a death wish
  
  [Hook: 8x]
  
  Nigga don't fuck with me I'm having a bad day
  
  [Verse 2: T Mac]
  
  I don't think you wanna fuck with me
  Cause I'm having a bad day
  Sat up in my bed got out the wrong way
  Reload my clips in both my a.k.'s
  Brush my head cause I ain't got no braids
  Bad to the bone when a nigga get wrong
  And I'm still bucking with my muthafuckin' tone
  Niggas you can't handle this so leave this alone
  I'm the type of nigga right even when I'm wrong
  Jump out the ally making niggas get gone
  Y'all ain't ready
  If you will then it's on
  The Congregation got yo mind in a zone
  That we kick better cover up ya dome
  Cause it's gone be on till the break of dawn
  In tha dirty dirty where them niggas riding chrome
  Quick to bust a slug at a nigga
  Take a plug
  Got that nigga from my muthafucking home
  
  [Hook: 8x]
  
  Nigga don't fuck with me I'm having a bad day
  
  [Verse 3: Pastor Troy]
  
  I pump slugs
  Pow, pow, pow, pow, plow
  Yeah bitch, shit what the fuck you saying now
  My whole click, been begging for this gangster shit
  I pack a deadly weapon
  Bitch I'm the crucifix
  The Virgin Mary gave me head last night
  I flipped her on her knees
  Shook ya ass with that pipe
  Nigga the whole fight between me and Lucifer
  And I think he winning because I be steady shooting
  It ain't nothing new to the- - muthafucking moon
  I'm sent to hell cause heaven ran out of room
  The sonic... boom just like street fighter
  But I drank gasoline and I smoke muthafucking lighters
  
  [Hook: 16x]
  
  Nigga don't fuck with me I'm having a bad day
  




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