Troy Ave - Cigar Smoke lyrics

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Troy Ave - Cigar Smoke lyrics

Aha, just let the pain out Uh, baby When I'm in it she screams my name out TROY AVE 1 2, 1 2 Yeah b**h sh**, Brother, relax I got his burning desire to be better than most Probably the main reason I'm only come up like smokes See me in magazines, model and flicking with smoke But I keep the magazine, confusing that pretty G in your smoke I'm not the one to provoke, I don't make sense, I just reach Cause giving the word 'bout my moms, Still I took to the streets, With heart beats get your hand, the main focus is balling How many gamble with life and every time I was owning sponsored links My style was never determined by my .. and source Fly since dollar wise, we catch up with high source I used to cut my wings up then I f*ck my dreams up And when I feel ?? still cutting wing cup Bird a** n***a you know relation I cannot in the city you ever .. taking Unless can teams playing, you're my .. call about the bum But you ain't really mean it, you just mad, cause you drop forty on Brooklyn I've seen it I felt the same way inside got about my feelings, You had this slang yey, don't sleep .. when the lose still struggle Making love on use the office is still at the bunch .. for my hustle, I could f*ck this Just let the pain out When I'm in it, she screams my name out TROY AVE Yeah this beat sh**, brother Ayo, this my New York life, Forget the money underneath the city lights I put food on that table, every mother*cking night They say you're living fast you picture die slow It don't matter where you get it in, bop like casco Ain't taking no losses, I creep on them blocks slow, Every type of certain movement, I'm letting the shot gun At this fake real n***as I don't play it fair, Cause they been near since before I have .. here I ride through and all I get is .. stares, let a n***a try He gonna have to get his face with him, yeah That's how a n***a want it, ask me where I was looking like I'll tell you I can't call you, no I ain't living right So I say my prays at morning, they get goal for this fly sh** and n***a being .. End it for the morning, s** it free and stayin humble, Why we're in this .. jungle, word up. Just let the pain out When I'm in it, she screams my name out Be us be reckless, the future is here Beat n***a I'm spitting .. in your ear You could verify with my rats, get stacking be clear If only .. cracks hell yeah Don't forgive about my women, they all find it on that I only drink Chris style, for imperial wet, No more freak a** hoes, that's why the game is too sweet We don't .. that close, we don't do sounds beats That ain't New York, I restore .. cause dick riding never been a form of transportation That ain't New York, I restore our identification, Cause dick riding never been a form of transportation Mother*ckers.

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