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troy ave - real nigga remix lyrics

[chorus]
i made my name up in these streets like a real n-gg-
i keep them pistols in my jeep like a real n-gg-
i make sure all my homies eat like a real n-gg-
i f-ck your b-tch and go to sleep like a real n-gg-
man, all my pockets be obese cause i deal, n-gg-
a couple boxes, ain’t no sneaks, just some bills, n-gg-
the way i handle all my beefs, i just kill n-gg-s
if you one hundred, then you love me, i’m a real n-gg-

[verse 1]
studio thug, you can’t do what i does
i am really a plug, you just cool in ’em clubs
before this rap, i had buzz, feds watchin this sh-t
they jammed a d on the road, he ain’t cooperate sh-t
i hold him down with that cash for being real like i knew
loyalty ain’t no favor, n-gg-, it’s just what we do
bsb is the crew, we get wild like a zoo
but often time we like chillin, f-ckin’ wit’ hoes by the two
man, it’s nothin, all these b-tches is f-ckin’
all these n-gg-s are frontin, i see ’em, they owing nothing
i smack, shoot or snuff ’em, they don’t respect my name
violence my goto move, i make ’em respect the pain, motherf-ckers

[chorus]

[verse 2]
ain’t got a deal but my whip went half a mil n-gg-
call me bill gates,yo b-tch ain’t half a pill n-gg-
she said all she ever wanted was a real n-gg-
got a bus down, roller and i’m playing with her
got that 405 homie and i’m drinking ‘zurp
move momma out the hood to the suburbs
momma ain’t gotta work cause her son got the work
f-ck what you heard real n-gg-s come first
i f-cked your b-tch and put her out like a real n-gg-
million dollar n-gg- but the streets are still in em
ya’ll can have em b-tches homie we been ran through it
everybody always ask me how i do it

[verse 3]
real n-gg- a-1 i can remember, i remember that sh-t
bankrolling my stack helping my family, getting rid o that sh-t
go up down that highway with that package, yeah we rolling
got the whole thing drip drip shooting like magic
free my n-gg- beegie, free my n-gg- (free em)
and my n-gg- miji and my n-gg- peewi (bankroll mafia)
right here in the ride with me
where yo b-tch at?
you pack a punch come and talk
i’m n-gg- baddy baddy, we talk about it
all this work n-body talks about it
go figure, i’d rather be a bad n-gg- than a broke n-gg-
cheers to the many men that we used to be c-ke dealers

[verse 4]
yo i’m a ten hunnid gunna, a bsb stunna
i hit yo girl up i wanna, when i’m done i’m a pun her
i used to ball err summer but now i ball errday
i ain’t shooting no jumpers, i’m shooting n-gg-s that play
look wherever i lay i got the brick in my pocket
they see that i’m living and they just dying to stop it
but i’m here, i don’t care and i’m flyer than a layer
n-gg- with an att-tude with ice cubes in my ear
haters look with att-tude but run up on me they don’t dare
all it take is two bands to make them n-gg-s disappear
like magic, n-gg- i’m a savage
i don’t do drugs but for money i’m an addict

- troy ave lyrics

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