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Troy Ave

Genres: Hip-Hop

The Come Up Lyrics - Troy Ave

If you ain't getting money, you ain't gonna feel it 

 

(Verse 1) 

I understand why these pussy niggas hate 

Cause this a Valentino camo not a bape 

Ain't take no hand outs went and got my own plate 

They ain't real like me so they can't relate 

I bought a Bentley truck coulda bought a wraith 

I took it back cause it had to much space 

I'm a coupe nigga baby roll the tape 

Red Maserati 

Now Ferrari's how I skate 

Gettin my roll on I got a Rollie on 

My house keep say Buenos Dias Mr Roland 

I sip peppermint tea with a Versace robe on 

I got the treasure nigga you jus gettin ya troll on 

 

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(Chorus) 

My lil bitch is Mexican her daddy is the Plug 

B4 I was rappin I was trappin wrapping weighing drugs 

Street niggas turn to Dick eaters off a buzz 

A real nigga can't do nothing wit no phony love 

I heard the whole industry got me black balled 

Well they could suck my dick and lick my black balls 

I'm still young rich and Black 

See me ball 

Standing on my own two while most these niggas crawl 

I Done came up 

I Done came up 

I done came up 

I done came up 

I Done came up 

I Done came up 

Seen niggas change up 

I got my aim up 

 

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Verse 2: 

Yo I thought that was ya man 

Shit I thought he was too 

Now all I think about is money and how my bank account grew 

I use to think about a million 

Then I made me a few 

I use to think I needed Niggas 

Now it's Fuck them too 

And it's simple as that 

That's a Fendi fact 

This a Fendi headband 

This ain't no Fendi cap 

She call her pussy wet land 

I always wear a hat 

Ian make it out the trap 

Just to get entrapped 

Can't get no baby but baby you get it from the back 

I toss that bitch a couple hundred I'ma get it back 

For every 1/2 a band I gave her she made me a rack 

These bitches realer than most niggas 

No debating that 

Gimmie ya loyalty 

I'm giving u royalty 

She giving the breakdown 

Like girl he be spoiling me 

He be dripped down 

Even his toiletry 

He dropped 6 figures 

Just for he his lawyer fees 

 

(Chorus) 

My lil bitch is Mexican her daddy is the Plug 

B4 I was rappin I was trappin wrapping weighing drugs 

Street niggas turn to Dick eaters off a buzz 

A real nigga can't do nothing wit no phony love 

I heard the whole industry got me black balled 

Well they could suck my dick and lick my black balls 

I'm still young rich and Black 

See me ball 

Standing on my own two while most these niggas crawl 

I Done came up 

I Done came up 

I done came up 

I done came up 

I Done came up 

I Done came up 

Seen niggas change up 

I got my aim up 

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