Troy Ave - Seminar lyrics

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Troy Ave - Seminar lyrics

[Hook] I can school you how to do it like me How to cop your own grams, how to move 'em like me How to get 'em gone in one day, maneuver like me Ain't no talkin' in my cla**, pay attention you'll see Just let me school you in my seminar Just let me school you in my seminar Just let me school you in my seminar Just let me school you in my seminar [Verse 1: FMG Dez] Shout to my plug he got me over that hump Now I got the cash to buy any car that I want You know they come wrapped up with blood on 'em, them b**hes pure as virgins Get a 60 day run with this and come thru in something German b**h, my phone do a buck a day, I stay busy Mismatching my designers everyday, I stay jiggy Every time you see me guaranteed to have bands on me This h**n so good that I sell it to fiends only This fast life got me tired, I doze off when I sit down Maneuverin' them rentals hit them highways and burn 'em down You can't destroy my clientele 'cause Stack house phone got every one I always been a real n***a, and been like that since day one [Hook] [Verse 2: Troy Ave] Cla** in session Pads be kept in Crack fiends name make like half [?] Thirty five [?] from that gla** that's measurin' Seven hundred grams, sold it to him still wet He ain't even care, it go soon as he step in When they see that teardrop on it they be checkin' They [?] I bought [?] This jungle turned to concrete Duece fever on my feet Semeinars, I teach, if you play, I play for keeps Take it back and say the least About my name, or I will creep Rock a bye your a** to sleep I get money, life is cheap [Hook] [Verse 3: FMG Dez] The 'caine move good, but the smack move faster I'm stylin' on these n***as, straight D boy swagger I'm hard on these broads like blue viagras I'm cumin' down they faces like black mascara I talk that drug dealer sh** because I'm knee deep in it Stood up and held my hood down like I'm cemented Scramble up and put T's out and watch 'em come get it If you trynna cop a couple grams I have it delivered Real rap I ain't trynna rhyme, really organized them dope lines Two hundred grams on the three, I'll see my money back in no time Scrambled dope and give it names, this right here a disaster East Baltimore dope dealer, the streets don't respect broke n***as [Hook]

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