Troy Ave - Do It (ft. Styles P) (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Troy Ave - Do It (ft. Styles P) (Lyrics - Paroles)

Troy Ave - Do It (ft. Styles P) (Lyrics - Paroles)
(Verse)
Now I ain’t got a worry in the world
I went from dealing bricks to doing rap
But now and again you know I’m gon be rich
I see the haters on point yea
They laugh at you in tears
I’m the biggest thing out my city in the past 10 years
They don’t so shit, their shit is fake
Them guys who trust
We ain’t the same and mother never love us
Drake do R&B that’s how he makes his chips
I did R&B too but mines was wrapping bricks
Don’t knock the hustle we open, come in go shop
Then you can buy anything except your way to the top
I look and sound like New York, all my beats do not
These other rapper lookin shit, just tryna see Young Chop
I’m thievin, the new school leader
You ain’t got no class, I don’t fuck wit you neither
So don’t tell me that you rather yell, do you like what I bring
I heard that song when you was tryna be like 2 Chainz
You ridin round lickin it, I’m ridin round with the grip
Life ill and everything real and in this business
Do you want payback cus yo people gone?
But I know God got me, I did more rights than wrongs
Hoes in it’s killin me, the business building
I want more and I say let’s get millions
That’s where we bout to be getting, I ain’t tryna to boast
But you niggas can’t see me, motherfucker I’m ghost
(Verse)
I’m ghost too, guess what I’m close to
The handgun, the weave back
Tell grandmothers I kill they grandsons
My soul’s ugly, my face handsome
I sold base and I took chicken for ransom
Ex stickup kid, heron dealer
Lot of rappers claimin they real but I bet I’m realer
I’m just a OG stick one OG kush
I murder that young boy and get the OG push
It’s enormous shit, no informant shit
Get you popped up, 38 tourin shit
Niggas like me is the reason that the laws exist
Lord assist, Captain Nema want an order list
You wants rich? I’m the one you put the order with
Hoke it up, you getting drown then yo daughter dip
I’m on some Mexican cartel border shit
I got fish scale, who lookin to score this shit?
I got big bullets, who wanna explore the clip?
Either the big 9 or the 4th or 5th
Or you can get a shell from the tray pan
The money stacks up but I stays down

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Troy Ave

Titre: Do It
Featuring(s): Styles P
Tags : Troy Ave, Styles P,
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