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troy ave - do me no favors lyrics

you ain’t never count paper ’til your thumbs hurt
you ain’t never had to make do wit’ b-m work
sh-t ain’t comin’ back, you get delirious
it’s a drought in the streets, sh-t is serious
my ‘migo got locks in the city mud
back against the wall and i need a plug
flew the fam to the game, cavs verse the heat
i had twenty thousand grams just last week
sh-t stopped comin’, bills keep comin’ ’round
holdin’ on my last bird, ’bout to break it down
charged a higher out of town, then i went in brooklyn
phone blowin’ up, the homies ask “how it’s lookin’?”
you think if i had the work
i wouldn’t call you to sell it, you f-ckin’ jerk
start gettin’ mad, talkin’ out of frustration
in the game, six figures can easily turn to nathan
d-mn, i’m hot, dog
the fork on the masi grill pickin’ up gwop, dog
bought a white house off of blocks dog
in the presidential, watch me go to the top, dog

man, i got that glow
i done came off nothin’ to motherf-ckin’ floor
couple n-gg-s be hatin’, i just be like, ‘so?’
i don’t ever get mad, i just get that doe
if the sh-t get bad, then i let that go

you do it ’cause you have to, i do it ’cause i could
and this is all factual, i do it for the hood
c-ck the four, cop and go
’cause these drugs are for sale, they are not for show
keep a eye on the monitors and lock the doors
no comprende unless it’s ’bout lots of dough
they love it, they still want it, the block is still haunted
turbo in the garage, the cover is still on it
hundred bundles by 9am, is a ill mornin’
a n-gg- lookin’ good, the b-tches is still on him
money, power, mega respect
al-qaeda is how i got the montega connect
if that paper ain’t right, they put the k to your neck
give your family a visit, they send your baby a threat
a lil’ deeper than the repercussions on the block
but that all bein’ said, is you hustler or not?

i don’t get mad, i get dough, i get bags and get low
everybody wit’ me good, my b-tch bad as sh-t though
you get gas, you citgo, we whip -ss, we klitschko
it gets bad or sh-t slow, we really with the sh-ts, bro
twist your cap for it, kinda sick what the thirst do
when i’m hungry, i ain’t myself, snicker commercial
i got to eat before a n-gg- catch a att-tude,
and start lookin’ at the game like it’s platter food
f-ck sandwiches, i want the chips and dip
whips are quick, contours, seats grips the hip
that’s 63 talk, at least a hundred grand to understand
they put me on a flyer for twenty, i’m a wanted man
son of sam, i was born in ’77
your b-tch a late-night slurpee, she 7/11
yeah, the family, so you gotta love it
i’m the boss, so i got it covered

- troy ave lyrics

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