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troy ave - 3005 (keymix) lyrics

[hook: troy ave]
no matter what you say and what you do
the streets is mine and n-gga you are through
yourself is who you’re lying
caue if you’re f-ckin’ with mine
you must be out of your mind
go l (x5)

[verse 1: troy ave]
i heard somebody call me troy average
well let me tell you ’bout the sh-t, a n-gga average
the the four new hoes on a average
and they ate her at the dime on the average
every show i get a dime on the average
i am loco with the gun, gotta have it
make my diamonds ’bout eighty one carats
use a revolver or we might go automatic
easily ten shots on the average
brought a porsche, mad horses no carriage
so when you hate is tweet ave, i have no care-age
cause spent four thou’ weekend, i still manage

[pre-hook]
you n-ggas ain’t comin’ out eever, never, never, never
you coded in december driving jetta, jetta, jetta, jetta’s

[hook]

[verse 2: young lito]
the weather gettin’ nicer, in the villa with my feet up
patrón margarita’s gettin blow like the speaker
mix and smoke liquor while she rollin’ up the reefer
we all gettin’ money, livin’ fast like a cheetah
these n-ggas broke, i’m livin’ like a broker
my deal is stackin’ chips, we ain’t even playin poker
they wanna wave the flag like they listenin’ to soca
i could pull you n-ggas cards, but i ain’t playin’ with you jokers
i’m chasin’ quotas like i had to make a quota
a n-gga actin’ fly, then i can lay the n-gga over
i’m still a good fella, i ain’t playin’ ray liotta
i be in the grey rover, armed with hammers like the baking soda
the games over, we shining like the armor all
and all my n-ggas stay strapped, like an armoured car
you think we worry ’bout you? oh n-ggas not at all
cause lil’ headaches get popped like tylenol

[verse 3: king sevin]
it’s the k!ller, you remember me?
stayed on punishment, but now i’m on mtv
at hot 97, 105 faithfully
my compet-tion’s in the back screaming “wait for me!” (what)
n-gga please, i can’t wait i gotta speed up
’bout to turn the heat up
n-ggas sneak dissin’, but they peaceful when we meet up
and all these fans travelling from miles just to see us
man i’m still in the hood c-c-countin’ up my re-up
i ain’t lyin’ i gotta get it, came up, already did it
might hit the strip club and go throw a honda civic
i do it for the times i was p-ss po’
now i just kick rhymes, get money and hit hoes
sip mo’, like it’s some water, if you hatin’ you autta
look at the scoreboard, man this sh-t is a slaughter
and you double my age, i’m probably f-cking your daughter
don’t think rap is your thing, just try taking an order, n-gga

[pre-hook] + [hook]

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