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press spray - troy ave lyrics

[intro]
god gone sort these n-ggas out
it’s called divine intervention

[verse:1]
i been not gave a f-ck, now i don’t give a f-ck more
i been shot been persecuted by the law
i got my own people coming to attack
but this is how it go in the hood when your black
man this sh-t wack like a joe budden track
and some would say d-mn ave why you saying that
cuse he lied to my face in my back spilled cr-p
pumped up to talk down who g-ssed that
jealousy is fake, seen boy do the same sh-t to drake
we both f-ck women that he date
when it comes to hoes he wears a cape
i wear icy face but no time being spent on a bum b-tch
i’m a rich n-gga but i’m on the dumb sh-t
hating -ss n-gga i don’t f-ck with, got my name in your mouth you the c-m fits
you a drug addict and a b-tch beater
rap podcast and a d-ck eater
tryna see how my b-lls taste, ask your chick she in the vid l1cking my face, nasty!
and when you asked about her she say joe don’t smack me!
you’s a b-tch dawg

[bridge]
truth is light, i son these lames
n-ggas won’t get away with my name
troy ave is hot they want the flame
they careers down the hill i’m boarding the plane

truth is light, i son these lames
n-ggas won’t get away with my name
troy ave is hot they want the flame
they careers down the hill i’m boarding the plane

[chorus]
these dweebs call me a bozo from their perspective, of course you can’t understand a n-gga that’s getting this money when you broke it’s what i expected

[verse:2]
n-ggas be cold tryna feed off heat
my foreign’s get drove while they be on feet
mad as f-ck, sad as f-ck, callused up
times is hard life is rough
no dice, mice, and the hoes for real its been 20 years since your record deal
you need a dad or a uncle phil, someone to say it ain’t right to steal
you cried in court like a f-cking dill, pickle n-gga you’s a fickle n-gga, you 44 don’t mean sh-t lil n-gga
fecal matter’s eat sh-t lil n-gga
talk to me about sh-t lil n-gga, til you apologize to the guy, you robbed for a ring and money up by the point when he was giving you a cabbie ride
crack head you doing crimes brack head
crack head get on my top like a black head
you the, general of general admission outside the club no bread to get in
you go cl1ck to cl1ck, d-ck to d-ck
oh lil n-gga i didn’t forget, remember you was signed to the game, what happened to the ruff ryder thang
i remember seeing you outside my show in the f-cking rain yelling yo troy ave you doing your thang
n-ggas talk sh-t out the same lips that they suck d-ck
n-ggas talk sh-t out the same lips that they suck d-ck
why do n-ggas suck d-ck out the same lips that they talk sh-t
i don’t do sh-t you n-ggas is bi-bi-b-tch!

dont f- act like you dont remember n-gga
it was a problem, you was sitting in the back, with a bum -ss coat on in the rain
your stupid f-cking face
your stupid f-cking sesame street face

[chorus]
these dweebs call me a weirdo from their perspective, of course you can’t understand a n-gga that’s getting this money when they broke it’s what i expected
listen!
these dweebs call me a weirdo from their perspective, of course you can’t understand a n-gga that’s getting this money when they broke it’s what i expected

[outro]
i made you boy, i gave you fame
gave you an allowance, gave you the game
i let you rep, i made you gang, now its a shame you went hovane
n-ggas ain’t show up to the hospital when i was shot
that means that the b-tch made in grates, oh everything i done for em they forgot
it’s sad cause i really had love for him
was down to die and catch slugs for him
but when your boy needed help i looked around and d-mn there wasn’t none for em

- troy ave lyrics

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