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troy tha autobot - the animals lyrics

“verse one:

i represent that…..p to the h, li hyphen, kyd, z yea “”i””/ been cold dope flow whoa fella/ “”i”” won’t stop til i rock coach-lla/ “”i”” got a plan man we gone blow chedda/ f-ck troy thats only cause n-ggas dont know better/ diss me i’ll rain on ya lame -ss fella better grab ya umbrella ella aye/ tired of hearing n-ggas say they changing the game, molly pop “”whoa”” or that bang bang bang/ new year selling they soul for the same ol thang/ welcome
to chi raq, what a gat d-mn shame/ i’m only here to add the oil to water/ show you we don’t mix the reason i go harder/ separating myself the n-gga departure/ staying true to myself we destined to go further/ #gone

verse two:

“born and raised chi city chiraq where they catch more bodies then f-ckin iraq wish i really wasn’t but it be’s like that always on bullsh-t n-ggas can’t fight back so they shoot sh-t if you ngot loose lips hatin on so crew sh-t but a n-gga never do sh-t who sh-t who me im hot man stop playin i am where the f-ck is roxanne i pop man if a n-gga wanna pull it i ain’t talkin guns case a n-gga never knew it always tellin sh-t but a n-gga never do it rap bars around a n-gga to a n-gga coughing fliud phliykydz hey troy its a movement im talkin mills you can keep yo 2 cents k!ll yo hater you should use yo new sense royal t phlikydz we do this

verse three:

i came here to rock from a distant planet, i am the son of ja rel lil gifted bandit/ super everyday tryna pose for candids/ mucho caliente flujo “”spanish””/ troy listen as the people chant it/ a style like mine never take for granted/ i dress like i am in a fashion practice/ 82 game sharp y’all lames in practice/ looking for that new new boy i got this/ the prince but i’m spitting like i’m king of this rap sh-t/ rapid, k!lling wit extended attachments/ -ss-ssin murder every verse i’m attacking/ bragging, something that i earned you b-st-rds/the feedback, he blacks out from spazzing/ authentic til they put my -ss in a casket/ these b-tches ain’t real we don’t caught us a catfish/ #gone”

verse four:

you my comp you my comp good luck got the type of style that a leave yo -ss stuck in the middle of the street like nuck if you buck i be on these beats like i dont give a f-ck bro p-ss the torch down i caught it and i ran touch down gotta watch who i trust now trust now this beat gettin buss down buss down they see me and see dollar signs but they ain’t seein me like they color blind f-ck sun man i over shine over grind over time no one over mine i love my city but i hate the violence”

- troy tha autobot lyrics

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