Troy Ave - All Birds (Keymix) lyrics

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Troy Ave - All Birds (Keymix) lyrics

[Intro:] Just take me right here from the top post I will just run straight through it, one tape It's a mixtape, you know what I'm sayin? Like sh** gotta be raw I probably won't even do no hook or if anything I'll just freestyle it (Spin that sh** n***a!) This sh** easy n***a, it's like just talkin bout what you did for the all day You know what I mean? That ain't hurtin [Hook:] Getting money in the street, sellin all birds New J's on my feet, I don't f** with Burt I'm runnin 33, the place on a berg You shoppin with them n***as? That sh** is absurd Quit buyin trash, come and get it pure I got it from me hombre and I'm black for do it If you knew better you would do better The biggest in my city since Chris McCoon's sweater In 47 minutes I could count a hundred grand [Verse 1:] All this countin hurt my thumbs so I shake my head Shake a leg at the spot, take a P Ciroc 125 grand 'bout to shake the block Plenty dimes for the grind, it's prodigal b**hes Shake my dick on her a**, then call her a b**h is The only life I know, singing like I'm always fad Stage shows, stage hoes, I ain't throwin cash Let them other n***as trick, we'll spin it together Shout to women in the strips, let's get in that cheddar Cheese H, French full for my chicken n***a Glitch bu*tered b**h, bacon split a kitchen with er I love me a chef, you just love er to d**h Literally n***as coughin and smothering d**h Before designer mamas, be at speed at sting the vase S roofless organization, a camouflaging boss Lil father forgive us, we are driven by riches I gotta eat my stomach hurts, I ain't even do situps Pain rain washing tears, soak in shame leather Change I remain sh**, my name is my name – Powder Hardest coming out my city, I made it that way And I will make you meet your maker, you stay in my way Moving on with my day, moving all of this yay What more is there for me to say? Aha! [Hook:] Getting money in the street, sellin all birds New J's on my feet, I don't f** with Burt I'm runnin 33, the place on a berg You shoppin with them n***as? That sh** is absurd Quit buyin trash, come and get it pure I got it from me hombre and I'm black for do it If you knew better you would do better The biggest in my city since Chris McCoon's sweater In 47 minutes I could count a hundred grand [Outro:] Damn! That's what I'm talkin bout right there Troy [?] see ya'll n***as DJ Holiday the commission We workin!

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