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Troy Ave

Genres: Hip-Hop

Cigar Smoke Lyrics - Troy Ave

Aha, just let the pain out 

Uh, baby 

 

When I'm in it she screams my name out 

TROY AVE 

Yeah bitch shit, 

Brother, relax 

I got his burning desire to be better than most 

Probably the main reason I'm only come up like smokes 

See me in magazines, model and flicking with smoke 

But I keep the magazine, confusing that pretty G in your smoke 

I'm not the one to provoke, I don't make sense, I just reach 

Cause giving the word 'bout my moms, 

Still I took to the streets, 

With heart beats get your hand, the main focus is balling 

How many gamble with life and every time I was owning 

My style was never determined by my . and source 

Fly since dollar wise, we catch up with high source 

I used to cut my wings up then I f*ck my dreams up 

And when I feel?? still cutting wing cup 

Bird ass nigga you know relation 

I cannot in the city you ever . taking 

Unless can teams playing, you're my . call about the bum 

But you ain't really mean it, you just mad, cause you drop forty on Brooklyn I've seen it 

I felt the same way inside got about my feelings, 

You had this slang yey, don't sleep . when the lose still struggle 

Making love on use the office is still at the bunch 

. for my hustle, I could f*ck this 

 

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Just let the pain out 

When I'm in it, she screams my name out 

TROY AVE 

Yeah this beat shit, brother 

 

Ayo, this my New York life, 

Forget the money underneath the city lights 

I put food on that table, every mother*cking night 

They say you're living fast you picture die slow 

It don't matter where you get it in, bop like casco 

Ain't taking no losses, I creep on them blocks slow, 

Every type of certain movement, I'm letting the shot gun 

At this fake real niggas I don't play it fair, 

Cause they been near since before I have . here 

I ride through and all I get is . stares, let a nigga try 

He gonna have to get his face with him, yeah 

That's how a nigga want it, ask me where I was looking like 

I'll tell you I can't call you, no I ain't living right 

So I say my prays at morning, they get goal for this fly shit and nigga being . 

End it for the morning, suck it free and stayin humble, 

Why we're in this . jungle, word up. 

 

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Just let the pain out 

When I'm in it, she screams my name out 

Be us be reckless, the future is here 

Beat nigga I'm spitting . in your ear 

You could verify with my rats, get stacking be clear 

If only . cracks hell yeah 

Don't forgive about my women, they all find it on that 

I only drink Chris style, for imperial wet, 

No more freak ass hoes, that's why the game is too sweet 

We don't . that close, we don't do sounds beats 

That ain't New York, I restore . cause dick riding never been a form of transportation 

That ain't New York, I restore our identification, 

Cause dick riding never been a form of transportation 

Mother*ckers. 

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