Rhonda Lyrics - Pastor Troy

KD had called and gave me the word 

Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week 

From the islands, as soon as K told me this shit, I started smiling 

'Cause all I could see was money piling, shit, on top of money 

Now, can't you come up with the money for the week, and Chesapeake 

The heat made my nigga take a break 

If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspicious 

I'ma sell the fucking quart for the A.A., ha ha 

As I told K bye bye, he shot me advice 

If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice 

This is ya nigga for life, go fight 'em fire for fire 

Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired 

Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it 

There's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt 

Now Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much 

I guess I'll 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 

Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me 

Eternally we'll 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 

Help me Rhonda, help 

Help, help me Rhonda, help 

Help me Rhonda, help 

Help, help me Rhonda, help 

Help me Rhonda, help 

Help me Rhonda, help 

Help me Rhonda, help 

Help me Rhonda, help 

Well, I'm the realist bitch, I'm mo realer than reality 

Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty 

FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly 

Coming back from St. Croix, First lady to Pastor Troy 

Even I'm a Georgia Boy, 'cause boy I'm ready jack 

All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at 

Drop it like a maniac, set it off by myself 

Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else 

Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single 

I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks 

Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin' 

Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave 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 hold up? About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar 

K had said them motherfuckers had a truck similiar 

Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae shit 

Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spit 

Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head motherfucker 

Guess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers 

That owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. and Chesapeake 

Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me 

If he had the keys all I can do now is wonder 

But for now me and Rhonda filling 'em up with the thunder 

Help me Rhonda, help 

Help me Rhonda, help 

Help me Rhonda, help 

Help me Rhonda, help 

Help me Rhonda, help 

Help me Rhonda, help 

Help me Rhonda, help 

Help me Rhonda, help