The Love Lyrics - Troy Ave

Runnin' runnin' runnin runnin runnin 

Burial burial burial burial 

Boy fuck around and meet the funeral 

Bad man don't make foon, strap wit da goon 

Boy fuck aroun gon shot clat yo doom 

Clocks when we step, you a be pep 

Put one ina yo heart and then ina yo chest 

Bad man don't make foon, strap wit da goon 

Boy fuck aroun gon shot clat yo doom 

Clocks when we step, you a be pep 

Put one ina yo heart and then ina yo chest 

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Kevlar large, ina boy head 

Go there boss, go and now yo blood clat dead 

You blowin' all the white, blood a run red 

Yellow teeth, white chop, pussy just dead 

Me gun flex, unex, bullet in a chest 

Broad day, big a night, we no take rest 

We put boy to rest, we nah made arrest 

New York, I'm with the risk 

Bad man don't make foon, strap wit da goon 

Boy fuck aroun gon shot clat yo doom 

Clocks when we step, you a be pep 

Put one ina yo heart and then ina yo chest 

Bad man don't make foon, strap wit da goon 

Boy fuck aroun gon shot clat yo doom 

Clocks when we step, you a be pep 

Put one ina yo heart and then ina yo chest 

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I said Folarin! 

Yo lady know the name tho 

I'm in the lay do, felatio be out the grave stone 

Countin pesos, find me the boldest chick to say no 

I can re-arrange her font like my document space is way low 

Shotta, a G like me don't be in no cheap Versace 

Look at the watches, presidential, call it kemosabe 

Big timer, just being honest I be in Gabana 

I'm from a town where youngins slang ass, speak ebonics 

DC don't got no games, they just beat the block up 

And they rally at the bank 'cause they need deposits, uh 

Phones baby, will let no role play me 

Call your lady, if Italian be Scorsese 

I cut action, you sucka rappers 

Say you cut from a different cloth, well that's a nut rag, a bomb's anchor 

Shift, chief please weed, I keep em blowed 

Every LP got a LB for each flow 

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' 

Outside I gotta tec, inside I gotta snug 

I wrote correct, act wrong and get a slug 

I see that you into money, well baby then show me love 

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' 

Outside I gotta tec, inside I gotta snug 

I wrote correct, act wrong and get a slug 

I see that you and the money, well baby then show me love 

You can find me in the club 

Jewelry all rocky, you know how I be 

Told you mo'fuckas' is in the hood I'm "Papi" 

I got all type of fish, Peruvian "ahi" 

I got all type of bitches but I'm choosing ain't cocky, 

see me on the couch, see me pouring out, 

see me on your TV when you're sitting in your house 

I'm on BET, MTV 

man I'm the hottest thing smokin' outta NYC 

Self-made and self-paid, niggas can't stop me 

I hand out, your hands out like save me a peach 

Man fuck you spit Crystal in your face, 

you can hate me now and tell how success tastes 

Not bad don't it, mad want it, 

nigga please I bought the bar you at the bar 

You should leave go DJ, play that new Troy Ave shit 

Two steppin' with my weapon B-S be that clip 

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' 

Outside I gotta tec, inside I gotta snug 

I wrote correct, act wrong and get a slug 

I see that you into money, well baby then show me love 

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' 

Outside I gotta tec, inside I gotta snug 

I wrote correct, act wrong and get a slug 

I see that you and the money, well baby then show me love 

You can find me in the club