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troy ave - hennessey and apple juice lyrics

[verse]
i’m drinking hennessey and apple so i might be wet
but it’s a fact there’s frozen water on my wrist and neck
another fact is n-ggas hate but i’m still gettin’ a check
and i wear dolce and gabana like they nike tech
doin’ ’em foul when i ball, yup, get a ref
look at my whips, kook at my drips, k!llin’ ’em, missin’ breath
i’m breathin’ down my fourth million, forever fresh
broke n-ggas say, “you stink,” it’s the smell of success
unfamiliar to you, i’m your dealer’s dealer
while you be waitin’ in line, i got weight to grind, n-gga
like folgers and ground beef, i cook up and smell sweet
aromatherapy at the sky villa suite
in vegas, that’s the palms, a dope boy turned don
turned rich -ss n-gga, i turn like voltron
heavy metal on me so i guess it’s the same
only difference is i’ll fire that thing
rappers just be rapping, your boy really be trappin’
your boy really shop at versace out in manhattan
i’m a cold motherf-cker and i just don’t care
six bands for my blanket and ten for central air
woo, i had to rick flair on this sh-t
my earrings look like when he used to enter and sh-t
it go duh-duh-dun-duh, entrada, silk shirt by escada
do it big like i’m poppa, only smoke real proper
all these fake n-ggas ’round, i’m starting to feel improper
’bout to go see a doctor, he said my wrist sick, ice cold, brizzick
twenty thousand on the hand a n-gga cook bricks with
i remember having to draw my mama up a wishlist
now every day my kids can say, “daddy, is it christmas?”
nah, that’s just for nothin’
that’s just to show the world a n-gga ain’t out here frontin’
and show you when you work, you ain’t gotta want for nothin’
and santa ain’t real, come in my crib, i’ll slump him

[outro]
word
merry motherf-ckin’ christmas
happy hanukkah
kwanzaa
what else i forget?
dobe boy troy, ayy

- troy ave lyrics

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