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troy ave - love you/how i'm on it lyrics

i just wanna love her, she won’t let me love her
too busy being a b-tch, busy being in my sh-t
my name buzzin’ these b-tches f-ckin’ i’m being rich
i just wanna love you, hard for me to love you
too busy being a b-tch, busy being in my sh-t
my name buzzin’ these b-tches f-ckin’ i’m being rich

yapping in my ear though
about the rumors that you hear so
these b-tches love the kid hoe
b-tches f-ckin’ i don’t give her dough
i’m that n-gg- and i made it that way
out in brooklyn they say i’m the new biggie or jay
all my cubans about a kilo in weight
i be boomin’ all these n-gg-s that hate
girl you f-ckin’ out your wh-r- mind
bringing chicks up from my old time
if you with me be happy i’m a gold mine
i’m still spending dough from 09′

i just get some jo-jo, i’m in love with her throat throat
no evidence or photos, it’s our little secret so you won’t know
from the back like the po-po, keeling you over in your 4 door
you know that we violent, they approach slow
when i peel you its over, got my hat low
i escaped just to do it again
can’t escape putting you through the pain
all this cake made i’m doing my thing
b-tch you straight, still you do is complain

you don’t understand the type of sh-t that i’m on
’cause all you n-gg-s weak and i’m just hitting it strong
they say i’m slightly off this but my pistols be on
i’m on it that’s how i’m on it everyday
you don’t understand the type of sh-t i’m on
’cause if i f-ck your b-tch i guarantee you she gone
she ain’t fake or [?] i put that b-tch in a song
’cause i’m on it that’s how i’m on it everyday

getting this dough, f-ckin’ these hoes n-gg- i do what i say
semi-autos, hollow tips loaded n-gg- we filled to the head
heat on my foes, creep on ’em low love when i see them fo’ dead
we don’t love hoes, we just get chose do you see me shaking my head?
the hat by gucci, the shoes by gucci
but the backpack louis and the cash stacks doofy
that’s that stupid bread, i get stupid bread
keep looking for proof he said, my coupe is red we rolling

i’m dope like anita, probably more lethal
you’re fraud and you’re see through, no we don’t believe you
p-ssy you ignant, like the movie star actor
you look at me greasy and you know i’m about action
the lights, the cameras shining all on my jewels
she light, she spanish b-tch in her mood
and she ain’t never f-cked no n-gg- in versace socks
and the way i’m about to pop, cartier all on the watch

- troy ave lyrics

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