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ft bsb troy ave - the symphony (ft. bsb) - troy ave lyrics

i’m recallin this motherf-cker live from puerto rico
suavemente, these b-m -ss n-gg-s with they struggle music
can’t f-ck with me mane
i’m out here sippin mojitos,
these n-gg-s under like the 3 chain
my n-gg- avon block still, on the pete rock peek
n-gg- pete rock hit me, listen i’ll f-ck with you
this the all mighty bsb, black get em!

i’m big block i’m hard knock like fort knox
i sling rocks the projects, the crack spots
i toke block, this headshots, you dead pop
like web rock, no red dot for a headshot
same george, same junes, dealer mind set
different crack, new money, hustler mind set
you wanna cheat the stretch, get in the wines wet
cook some dust up in it, have your …vexxed
see that paper flip, like the likatry
every move for the chips, so i remove the piece
shots blow, bodies droppin, i’m a wilderbeast
boc blaze the packs, low flames, good crack
i got keys to distract, got keys in the trap
f-ck deez and raps, walk fiends with bats
i don’t know how to act, i got a f-cking problem
or a black hood strap, you want that f-cking problem

b-tches checkin for me, i ain’t even made a name yet
put me on the track it’s guarantee to be a train wreck
crash course collision any n-gg- in my vision
tryina stop me and my n-gg-s, intentions of getting richer
heard me on that crossfighter, like we …
now i’m buzzin like a blood talking to his orange son
n-gg-s real want something, y’all know where to find me
i be right there on the back blocks so blocks still beside me
find me on troy ave with troy ave, strapped up
n-gg-s get a whole movie clip for tryina act tough
put you in a black tux, body decomposin
i got b-tches on they knees, and now they ain’t composin
like the dog off the leash man the n-gg- runnin wild
talking all these pretty hoes like it’s going out of styles
who caught the most bodies, not convicted in trial
i raise my hand i got committed to foul, word up

rolling with my n-gg-s and i’m stunting on these b-tches
cooking c-ke in kitchen’s letter, fiend do the dishes
shout out to sabrina, a freebase diva
i’m charging for mine, and grand at the 3 fever
hot headed n-gg-, my temperature on fuego
killing n-gg-s dead depending on how my day go
mobbing like a day go, bsb got yayo
come and shop with us big bro
the price go down when i weight more
counting money, getting hypy like a babe bro
digi scales where i lat blow
it’s 4 pounds on my waist though
got a spanish girl pregnant with my lil baby
i made her get an abortion, i got a mercedes
blood on my hand, money in my pocket
i’m going till the law or the lord come and stop me
power to the people and i really got it
streets know your boy selling c-ke for a profit
…great bands, 3 b-tches, one frame
hoes in the back, 2 seats just lac
all white sheets, i don’t sleep, just nap
when we get there, i’ma bust they crack
n-gg- that’s a fact, that’s how i be on it
your b-tch is a rap, i can tell that she on it
playing on my songs, as she sing along
fantasizing bout the time when
we could get it on
i’m a dope boy swag to the max type n-gg-
you a working -ss job office max type n-gg-.

- ft bsb troy ave lyrics

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