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troy ave - classic feel lyrics

cl-ssic feel

rubber grip or the plastic feel
this that brooklyn sh-t, this is nothing new
this that safety off with that engine on
mercedes benz, good watch, scene above them all
how he got money when he ain’t have a job in so long?
this that hustler sh-t, that independent grind
that nautical sweat suit and white ones gold shine
barbershop twice a week, stay sharp and in shape
ain’t share it with you, trim your hair, underneath a killer
this that first hand sh-t, maybach, tinted windows
not gonna rap about it but really seen it from my window
this that fine line between jail and my crooks
my bedroom at my mama house smelling like c-ke
this that gambling spot, stop that, shooters at
mad showing off with three birds in the backpack
plenty trains on b-tches, no names or pictures
trap it low so she brought more things to f-ck with us
this that half off credit, sh-t we don’t respect
we just dead in them if they try to do 60%
this that other 40% that minority flow
when all the achers sell hearts and only you sell blow
no pain, no gain, i profit of cane
give a f-ck who we slaying as long as my team remain
this that violating, y’all will meet your death
this that vile cover, n-gg-, east versus west

cl-ssic feel
rubber grip or the plastic feel
cl-ssic feel
rubber grip or the plastic feel, n-gg-
it’s that motherf-cking cl-ssic feel
rubber grip or the plastic feel
cl-ssic feel
and if you get it like me you can tell it’s for real

now if he say i ain’t hot i probably f-cked his girl
or did violence to his homies, took ’em up out this world
bruce lee sure, only n-gg- with that glow
yes, we rock it, n-gg- i’m the ceo
most of these other rap n-gg-s? they done seen before
mc for all, how the f-ck you get my number and all?
over line, this momma loves me, she proud of her kid
used to call me like, ‘the cops here, don’t come to the crib!’
a bad boy, a more gangsta version to shine
my city all stay and i ain’t even get in my prime
still getting that cake, a pill bury snow
on the real, f-ck your opinion, i made it this far and you broke
when i was looking for guidance spread the bible apart
but exodus 20:13 didn’t shift my heart
so i move in silence, all you hear is this pow
see a flash ‘fore you p-ss, a light in the dark
what a sight in the chop, yeah, that’s doa
i know i look like i’m balling but n-gg- mean, no play
i’m ’bout my free, no lay, bags of chips
so if you feel on this sh-t, baby, rub on your t-ts

- troy ave lyrics

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