Troy Ave – Even With You Lyrics

Dedicated to the real ones who help me
Imma [?]

Now baby I don’t have everything
But you my everything, it’s true
On second thought, I take that back, can’t debate that fact
I got everything cuz I got you
And I swear, to love you forever
And you don’t need a wedding ring
You got me
For better or for worst
When your boy was at his worst
Helped me get up out the dirt
So I know you got me

And I swear, I swear
I could never get even with you
Ouuuu, ouuuu
And I swear, I swear
I could never get even with you
Ouuuu, ouuuu

Now momma I don’t have everything
But you my everything, it’s true
On second thought I take that back
Can’t debate that fact
I got everything cuz I got you
And I swear, to love you forever and
That will never end, you got me
For better or worst
When your boy was at his worst
Help me get up out the dirt so I know you got me

And I swear, I swear
I could never get even with you
Ouuuu, ouuuu
And I swear, I swear
I could never get even with you
Ouuuu, ouuuu

Dope boy Troy
I can’t get even with you
Came through all types of seasons with you
Put our first on and the jack to the ground
We done came up but I know you been down
Quick pay the nigga bail
Held guns for em
Counting racks in the mother fucking slums for em
You know i was going to the top
You know your boy wouldn’t stop
Now I’m riding in the drop
Foreign’s what I roll
And I ain’t never sell my soul
Fast lane speeding through the tolls
Been getting money so went and got more
Nigga that’s a fact tho
Dope boy Troy Ave with the cash flow
Making water whip when he didn’t have no
Out the trap flow, I was that low
Made it back tho

And I swear, baby I don’t have everything
But you my everything, it’s true
On second thought, I take that back, can’t debate that fact
I got everything cuz I got you
And I swear, to love you forever
And you don’t need a wedding ring
You got me
For better or for worst
When your boy was at his worst
helped me get up out the dirt
So I know you got me

And I swear, I swear
I could never get even with you
Ouuuu, ouuuu
And I swear, I swear
I could never get even with you
Ouuuu, ouuuu

Troy Ave – CiCi

[Intro]
Shorty lethal, but I love it
When I hit her with the (deeny?) I do not glove it

[Chorus]
I’m in love with a girl named CiCi
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
When she down or her knees then she please me
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Open wide bitch
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
That is my bitch

[Verse 1]
(No room?) on my bench, she a bad little mama
I’ma buy ma, wear’n Dulce & Gabbana
Forty on me too, forty worth of blue
Stones with the watch in my earrings wooo!
Cold man, my government name Roland
Met a white girl on (Ecstasy) she was roll’n
I said that to say that my mind all crazy
The simile in that? I be shine’n all crazy
Bling, bling, bling
I was locked in the bing, clink, clink
I’m buy’n CiCi a ring, ring, cha-ching
I’m married to the streets but the money ain’t a thing, mothafuck!

[Chorus]
I’m in love with a girl named Cici
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
When she down or her knees then she please me
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Open wide bitch
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
That is my bitch

[Verse 2]
Trump say’n make America great again
Troy Ave (same bacon boy to whip weight again?)
My birthday passed now I’m get’n cake again
I’m count’n up say’n ‘are they hate’n, again?’
Why? It don’t affect me
A dope dark-skinned dealer like Wesley
New Jack City, but I’m on a jet ski
I’m that nigga if you try’n to assess me

[Chorus]
I’m in love with a girl named CiCi
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
When she down or her knees then she please me
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Open wide bitch
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
That is my bitch
(Open wide bitch)
(That is my bitch)
(Open wide bitch)
(That is my bitch)

Troy Ave – On My Birthday (Style 4 Free Issue 1 Album)

[Intro]
Ay who celebratin a birthday?
A one two, a one two
Countin millions
Not bad for a nigga from the mud
I’m a pretty rich thug
Word

[Hook] x2
On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper straight
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

[Verse 1]
Troy Ave the wave, all these niggas shores
Biting styles, flows all across the board
Why I can’t find friends like me Lord?
Genuine love, loyal like a dog
I ain’t got a roof on a few Vs
I ain’t got no loot, spent it on a few keys
Real dealers know work worth more than cash
300K for Coke, 400 bagged
Traffic out of state for the bigger flip
In a small town buyin bigger clips
Runnin down on niggas with a fuckin 30
Make sure they feel it, ya fuckin heard me
Blowin on these (ballies?), headin out the door
Before I leave baby ask me what you tryna know
My favourite thing is dough, favourite word is "no"
Favourite colour white, it represent the blow

[Hook] x2
On my birthday lookin like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper straight
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

[Verse 2]
Dope Boy Troy a real gun clapper
Don’t ask me bout no bum rappers
I only listen to my heart and my intuition
I’m only hearin valid shit, I ain’t on no fiction
Getting women like ya boy gofer
Then I drive em crazy so I’m wearin loafers
My newest boo like to wear a lot of Fendi
She like the Grand Marnier that I mix with Henny
Legs match the ass she for real thick
Hoppin out my whip, hoppin on my dick
Ride for me baby, ride til you cum
Don’t stop when you tired, stop when I’m done
Versace sweatsuit on me it’s velour
I ain’t sweatin though, I’m finessin boy
Fuckin with some gangsta shit the long way
All about the money like my song say

[Hook] x2
On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper straight
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

[Verse 3]
Big bread and the big heart in my chest
My pop gone now I’m shootin like Russell West
Guarantee I’m scorin, young nigga ballin
You’ll hear about it one of these mornings
And ain’t no real niggas mournin
Let one come see me even when I’m tourin
Ain’t the first time, I been through it often
Immersed in the shine, still issue coffins
Troy Ave…

2016 rap up – Uncle Murda lyrics

Lyrics Uncle Murda – 2016 rap up

Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
They love gossip, b*tches want me to talk about it
It’s all over the Gram so I’mma talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it
Shit crazy, niggas want me to talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it
Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
f*ck how y’all niggas feel, I’mma talk about it.(2016 rap up)

Niggas in Paris, Kanye, Jay Z
Niggas in paris robbed Kim K, B
Ye mad he ain’t got a call from Jay Z
Jay like niggas get robbed every day, B
J. Cole kicked you while you was down
He knows controversy sells, he got an album out now
“False Prophets”
Damn, Ye, the people don’t trust you
Bush don’t like black people, but you think Donald Trump do
Don’t meet with Donald Trump and talk about us, Ye
You ain’t got the answers just like you told Sway
It’s the truth, I ain’t talking greasy, Ye
Just know them streets still rock with the Yeezys, Ye
But Rihanna ain’t rocking with Travi$
Somebody should’ve told him that she was a savage
He like “pick up the phone, baby, I know you home, baby”
(Stop calling)
It’s a dub, nigga, no more dates
She ain’t pick up the phone ’cause she was creeping with Drake
You was just another dude on the hit list
Even Mad Skillz gotta like how I flip this
f*ck it if he don’t, yeah, I Deebo’d his shit
Heard you last year saying that slick shit
(I heard you)
Took a meeting with 50, deal done in an hour
I’m G-Unit now, you might see me on Power
(50, what up?)
If 50 got beef, I’m involved
We can semi automatic or trey 8 revolve’
Had to dream big, told me get Lil Yatchy wrong
Cam and Jim Jones still got problems
Cam told Angie Jim ain’t from Harlem.

Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
They love gossip, b*tches want me to talk about it
It’s all over the Gram so I’mma talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it.

Man, that Game beef verse Meek Milly
Got my nigga Beanie Sigel knocked out in Philly
Troy Ave at the club on camera letting it clap
Troy got shot, got up, start shooting back
And now Troy Ave fighting a case
Got shot again on Christmas, he can’t get a break
Bobby took 7 so Rowdy could get 7 years
He could’ve took a plea, been home in a year
Ayo, Bobby, we salute you
Desiigner got famous for sounding like Future
Gucci came home, ready for marriage
Drake bought a Ferrari for 21 Savage
Man, I think he did that to get Meek mad
Drake’s still got mainstream on their kneepads
(He winning)
I mean, you see he did a milli in his first week
Jeezy outsold Meek Mill in his first week
J. Cole did half a milli for his first week
Trump need to get killed in office his first week
Yeah, I saw Tiny dancing on Mayweather
For the kids I hope her and T.I. stay together
I watch they show, I like they chemistry
If he cheat Tiny cheat back, but not with the enemy
(not with the force)
Kodak Black fighting the rape charge
I think the nigga did it, nah nah, I’m just playing, y’all
(Kodak innocent).

Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
They love gossip, b*tches want me to talk about it
It’s all over the Gram so I’mma talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it.

Who was on Shade Room? Who was on Baller Alert?
Who was on Akademiks? whose feelings you want me to hurt?
Adrian Broner talk about suicide
Niggas on the Gram is like “hurry up, do it and die”
(Hurry up)
Soulja Boy beefing with Quavo, got locked up
Lucky they ain’t find a Draco
That boy got more beef than a burger
On Instagram he pulled out the purple burner
That’s a good gun to pistol whip Lil Yachty with
Like, that’s for Biggie, that’s what you get for popping shit
(Watch your mouth)
And tell Lil’ Kim I’m mad
For bringing Rich Homie Quan out, making Biggie look bad
He was f*cking up the words to a classic
The way that he dancing niggas think the nigga a faggot
Rest in peace to the greatest, Muhammad Ali
Mister “float like a butterfly, sting like a bee”
Dave Chappelle came back, got 60 mil
Man, rest in peace to Prince, he overdosed on pills
Remember Purple Rain had that vibe
Damn, Tommy from Martin with no job died
LeBron did it for Cleveland and got that ring
Bernard Hopkins got knocked out the f*cking ring
No Durant, Russell Westbrook doing his thing
Durant dickriding Golden State to get a ring
Can’t beat ’em so you join ’em, right?, You a traitor
f*ck cancer, rest in peace to Craig Sager
Future said “f*ck Diddy”, Diddy ain’t give him no Ciroc
He f*cked Scottie Pippen wife in some Gucci flip flops
(Jordan, what up?)
Kobe scored 60 his last game
A.I. got inducted in the hall of fame
Baby still ain’t pay Lil’ Wayne
Told the Breakfast Club put some respek on his name
(All three of y’all)
Young M.A. getting that money
“Ooouuu” hottest record in the country
Mary J. Blige don’t want no more drama
Going through a divorce, her husband tryna’ rob her
(He a bum)
Blac Chyna a Kardashian
She had a baby with Rob Kardashian
(She came up)
Took the baby then left that fat f*ck
Now he on the Gram like “she left me and took her stuff”
(Good for you)
She ain’t love you or like you like that
She use you to get popping and pay Tyga back
(Sucker)
Should’ve peeped that from the beginning
Amber Rose had a TV show, these hoes winning
(They lit)
Khloe still can’t keep her legs shut
If you a rapper or a ball player she’ll let you f*ck
(For real)
Every 6 month she switch ’em up
I wanna put my thumb in Kylie Jenner butt
(Ew)
I’m just playing, but 21 Savage ain’t
He wanna f*ck her, he think Tyga a sucker
(Me too)
Police surrounded Chris Brown crib
Cause some white chick lied about some shit he did
Katt Williams got choked out by a little kid
Michel’le showed that’s what Dr. Dre did
He was looking like a young Ike Turner
He ain’t just beat her ass, he shot at her with the burner
(That’s a nigga with an attitude).

Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
They love gossip, b*tches want me to talk about it
It’s all over the Gram so I’mma talk about it
You heard what happened?

Police shooting at cars while kids in the back
Man, not even Scarface would’ve did that
(No women or kids)
We catch it on camera and nothing done happened
Cops got killed in Dallas, that needed to happen
(Payback)
Blame the government for that, that’s they fault
Police kill us, get probation in the same court
They give us life then we catch a body
Cause they got the power, yeah, they white like Tommy
America is racist and they ain’t hiding it
Trump won, the KKK is out of retirement
(They out)
You know them crackers don’t like our skin color, they hate us
Rest in peace to 2Pac mother, dear mama
God bless Afeni Shakur
She would’ve liked Kaepernick for kneeling down on the floor
When the national anthem played they don’t respect us
They kill us and lock us up, they don’t serve and protect us
(They don’t)
Trump the new president, what you mad for?
How long y’all thought the president was gon’ be black for?
Barack Obama did his thing
But he was just another puppet on the government string
(I’m just saying)
This year we had a lot of deaths
We lost Shawty Lo and Bankroll Fresh
Phife Dawg and Big Kap passed
Flex said Lil’ Bow Wow music trash
And he said Lil Yachty got that mumble rap
It’s them little kids that pop molly that f*ck with that
Nah, we don’t f*ck with that, culture vultures
New York finally sounding like it’s supposed to
Sounding like Timberlands and Champion hoodies
Salute to Dave East, Don Q, and A-Boogie
Play this for Mad Skillz, he gon’ hate it
Fat Joe and Remy Grammy nominated
Remy and Nicki taking shots at each other too
Rap is a sport, man, that’s what they supposed to do
Yeah, that’s that essence of hip hop
DJ Drewski on Love and Hip Hop
Drake with J. Lo on some Puffy shit
Mariah never heard of J. Lo, that’s some funny shit
Man, I’m off this, enough was said here
Wonder who I’mma throw under the bus next year.(2016 rap up)

Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
They love gossip, b*tches want me to talk about it
It’s all over the Gram so I’mma talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it
Shit crazy, niggas want me to talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it
Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
f*ck how y’all niggas feel, I’mma talk about ittt.(2016 rap up)
Uncle Murda lyrics
Video up

Phresher – Wait A Minute (Remix) (feat. Remy Ma)

[Intro: Phresher]
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait

[Hook: Phresher]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes

[Verse 1: Phresher]
Big head Jimmy Neutron
Fuck a bitch on a futon
Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
Nigga this ain’t Groupon
Do my dirt all by my lonely
All my bitches know we homies
If I pull up wit my bitch hoes better act like they don’t know me
All my side bitches in check, diamonds clear like windex
One point got an index
Smash your ass like an insect
So you better be goo
Shawty better be nude
When I walk in the room
She know she fuckin’ with a goon
Did (?) at the same time
My third leg got hang time
Bang, bang, bang time
Game face when it’s game time
(?) Dora
Got her screamin’ like a whore-a
She keep beggin’ me to stop
But she really want more-a
Dirty soap contradicted
But the dick’s so addictive
Homie how could you blame her?
Her hand dealt like Kramer

[Hook: Phresher]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’m a Timbs bitch, got my boots on
Got the ex-cons in the Yukon
I don’t steal bitch, I kill bitch, bout to catch me a new charges
Same bitches call me, that’s how I knew y’all was phony
I put putting that work, taking ’em to church, cause I leave ’em holy
Will I smoke this bitch? Yes
Probably fail my piss test
Get rid of those fake breasts
And put a vest on this bitch chest
It’s lunch time, she food
I’m Troy Ave with that tool
Both hands on it like noon
Remy Ma, I’m a goon
The city big, I’m state time
I’m snatching wigs like waistlines
Crack a bitch with my cellphone, really put her on Facetime
That ghostwriter bout to call her
That lifeline getting shorter
RIP Biggie Smalls, why the fuck they ain’t want her?
I was cooking in the kitchen
I was minding my business
Now I gotta get gangster
Cause these bitches is haters

[Hook: Phresher]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Boy, now what’s the issue?
You gonna make me get with you
You want talk that girlie talk bitch you can talk to my pistol
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I got big paper I’m spendin’
I get to flashin’ on ’em, my whip blasted on ’em, I mean any nigga can get it
That’s 30 in the extendo
I had your bitch in the end zone
Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone
Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone
I’m so good with the hoes
I pulled up in the Rolls
With my diamonds blinkin’ like strobes
In a Kanye shirt with holes
I’m blowin’ paper like Dat
My niggas in here strapped
They’ll bust, you won’t bust back
That’s why I act how I act
I see it oh, so, clear
You niggas ain’t really-really with this shit
Got me thinkin’ I really, really, really run this bitch

[Hook: Phresher]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes