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Troy Ave

Fuk You Pay Me

 

Fuk You Pay Me

(álbum: White Christmas 2 - 2013)


[Intro: Troy Ave]
I got the joint joint joint, joint
I'm a lil' under the weather

[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
It's 10: 28 I'm choppin crack on the plate
I drop twenty four grams and whipped up twenty eight
For extra young stretcher that's me
Niggas who don't know how to cook, then pay that fee
Take that O.T. fire from that BSB
Them real dealers 'round B.K. know who I be
Rap fans say what that BSB stand for huh?
I tell 'em when I use to compress it it's stamped with a star
I'm raisin the bar, no more bullshit out the city
If you acknowledge I'm the big homie then you could fuck with me
And all you jealous ass hatin niggas tryin to compete
You 'gon die away or another cause you can't eat
You niggas ain't worth my sounds, all you niggas goin to get hurt
Go tell and spit blood on top my shells
The only real nigga did a deal with Adidas
It's three stripes could have bee three strikes thank Jesus

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Fuck you pay me!
Fuck you pay me!
Fuck you pay me!
Fuck you pay me!

[Verse 2: Avon Blocksdale]
I've been waitin for you niggas to act pa
I come through with the gat, screamin like Hacksaw (HO!)
Raw poor, not playin with no hunger games (Not at all)
If I wanted to take it, my slayin leave mothers pain
Survive mt shots 'gon hurt when it rain (Yeah Yeah!)
Every time I see you pass I'm clappin your shit again
If I wanted you gone once I'm a want you gone again
Ride 'til we die, beef 'til the death
You could sleep with your vest I put the heat, to your neck (Yeah!)
I'm good with the snub but I'm deadly with the tek (Don't try me)
Niggas talk greasy but do the opposite of sex
How they tough when they dressin like the opposite sex
I'm from era of the street, let me tell you how I scrap
I ate with the mac I ain't talkin 'bout a burger
That burger try to play me then I serve 'em with the mac (Brapp!)
Yo speakin out that mac I'll put your top in your lap
Roove or the muella, rueger to your medula
BSB the clique Blocksdale top shooter (Get 'em!)
Catch me on the strip with crips and piruers
Really in the street and actin silly then I breach
Motherfucker!

feito

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