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Troy Ave
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Troy Ave
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[Verse 1]
You the type of low I ain't feelin'
The type that don't care of they children
I never, ever let a **** play me
If you get caught, don't say me
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yellin' thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yellin' thank you
[Verse 2]
I'm out here just to flourish
Kicking that shit like Chuck Norris
Siant Laurent, stand firm though
Close your motherfuckin' mouth, you can learn ho'
Real ones know to be quiet
I'm getting money, you should try it
Eating off a digi-scale fish diet
I don't do drugs, let the bitches try it
She get high on the fuckin' low
She could buy herself fuckin' both
Now they kissin' in the strip club
A few dollars make 'em do the most
[Verse 3]
You the type of low I ain't feelin'
The type that don't care of they children
I never, ever let a **** play me
If you get caught, don't say me
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yellin' thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yellin' thank you
[Verse 4]
Fake **** stop actin' like you know me
We ain't cool, we ain't friends, we ain't homies
Yousa Kit Kat, gimme a break
I'm head to toe in Versace but don't fuck with snakes
Medusa, all this medusa
I'm a pretty fly **** that'll shoot ya
Catch a bitch eyeing ****, then maneuver
Getting head in the Benz, it's super
[Verse 5]
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yellin' thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yellin' thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yellin' thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yellin' thank you
[Verse 6]
In the streets with the top off
Giving **** every chance just to pop off
They frauds they knock offs
They are Charmin, they are Scott soft
Tissue, what's really the issue?
Unofficial **** always hate on the official
I ain't that kind when I blow it, ain't a whistle
I am that kind that stand over you with pistols
It is what it is and I feel no remorse
Been married to the game and we still ain't divorced
Harry with the cane, got the powder, get the cost
Doing business, doing fitness, so I floss, of course
[Verse 7]
You the type of low I ain't feelin'
The type that don't care of they children
I never, ever let a **** play me
If you get caught, don't say me
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yellin' thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yellin' thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yellin' thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yellin' thank you
Written by: Roland Collins