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the originals - t.r.o. boyz lyrics

aye
f*ck these n*ggas talkin’ bout?
forever turnt
yeah
tro boyz
oh yeah, tro gang or no gang
all brothers
eastside

[verse 1: smoke dogg]
no more passes for him, we need send one
dump out ashes for him, he a pack (opp)
first forty*eight, heard he caught the first forty*eight
???, what’s the addy? we gone get the pape’
???
free the guys, got my dogs sittin’ upstate
???
thinkin’ to myself ‘ what it’s gone take?’

[verse 2: tro boy dk]
dk
who gone be my point guard? i’m catchin’ plays
got the whole block slappin’ like a parade
shout out to my new plug, i got a raise
pockets on special ed, i got it made
n*ggas actin’ like they got it, this ain’t charades
yeah, you used to have a run, this ain’t them days
politely had to say ‘excuse me’, you in the way
lifetime gym membership, i’m movin’ weight (work)
[verse 3: sko dolla]
the realest one, but y’all knew that
that lil’ as pua money? we blew through that
top dolla, you can put four then a one on it
wanna talk that one sh*t? then put sko on it
said they droppin’ off that sh*t? then put some mo’ on it
freshest n*gga round this b*tch, i could’ve won school crown
???
ask around, we been the sh*t since them coogi fits

[verse 4: money mel]
i’m in this sh*t for real, n*ggas know i play for keeps
this the sh*t a n*gga live, n*ggas know i’m in these streets
i got fifty in my ‘k, you tryin’ to play me like i’m sweet
tryin’ to run off on me, you ain’t gone make it off these streets
servin’ n*ggas at the murda’ mack, where n*ggas get murdered at
i k!ll n*ggas for real, and i k!ll n*ggas verbally
on instagram, flexin’ hard with some fake buffs
i’m the sh*t for real, and i ain’t even gotta play tough

[verse 5: mi$tro]
man, these n*ggas out here b*tches, they be really mad
last n*ggas talked about the mob, n*ggas did ’em bad
we the hottest n*ggas in the city, b*tch, we next up
if you tryin’ to beef with the squad, better vest up
if you really want the smoke, we can take it there
chedda ave the hood, 6 mile, you won’t make it here
if you really want some money, need to hit my line
n*ggas ain’t tryin’ to get no paper? we ain’t got no time
gotta watch yo’ back ’round these n*ggas, they be droppin’ dimes
when we hit the club, we walk right in, we don’t stand in lines
i just f*cked this lil’ n*gga’s b*tch, now he talkin’ choppas
they sick, they can’t get on with the team, cause they work is sloppy

- t r o boyz lyrics

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