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troy ave - the come up lyrics

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if you ain’t getting money, you ain’t gonna feel it

(verse 1)
i understand why these p-ssy n-ggas hate
cause this a valentino camo not a bape
ain’t take no hand outs went and got my own plate
they ain’t real like me so they can’t relate
i bought a bentley truck coulda bought a wraith
i took it back cause it had to much sp-ce
i’m a coupe n-gga baby roll the tape
red maserati
now ferrari’s how i skate
gettin my roll on i got a rollie on
my housekeeper say buenos dias mr roland
i sip peppermint tea with a versace robe on
i got the treasure n-gga you jus gettin ya troll on

(chorus)
my lil b-tch is mexican her daddy is the plug
b4 i was rappin i was trappin wrapping weighing drugs
street n-ggas turn to d-ck eaters off a buzz
a real n-gga can’t do nothing wit no phony love
i heard the whole industry got me black balled
well they could suck my d-ck and l!ck my black b-lls
i’m still young rich and black
see me ball
standing on my own two while most these n-ggas crawl
i done came up
i done came up
i done came up
i done came up
i done came up
i done came up
seen n-ggas change up
i got my aim up

verse 2:
yo i thought that was ya man
sh-t i thought he was too
now all i think about is money and how my bank account grew
i use to think about a million
then i made me a few
i use to think i needed n-ggas
now it’s f-ck them too
and it’s simple as that
that’s a fendi fact
this a fendi headband
this ain’t no fendi cap
she call her p-ssy wet land
i always wear a hat
i ain’t make it out the trap
just to get entrapped
can’t get no baby but baby you get it from the back
i toss that b-tch a couple hundred i’ma get it back
for every 1/2 a band i gave her she made me a rack
these b-tches realer than most n-ggas
no debating that
gimmie ya loyalty
i’m giving u royalty
she giving the breakdown
like girl he be spoiling me
he be dripped down
even his toiletry
he dropped 6 figures
just for he his lawyer fees

(chorus)
my lil b-tch is mexican her daddy is the plug
b4 i was rappin i was trappin wrapping weighing drugs
street n-ggas turn to d-ck eaters off a buzz
a real n-gga can’t do nothing wit no phony love
i heard the whole industry got me black balled
well they could suck my d-ck and l!ck my black b-lls
i’m still young rich and black
see me ball
standing on my own two while most these n-ggas crawl
i done came up
i done came up
i done came up
i done came up
i done came up
i done came up
seen n-ggas change up
i got my aim up



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