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TROY AVE lyrics : "Love Sosa (Remix)"

I been feeling so damn dope now lately
I wake up early with a girly, she ain't my lady
It's just another toy, give me pain, give me joy

It's the pyrex pot fisht, spot blaze boy, louder

[Hook]

(*##$es love soda, cooking like it's folders
In my grandma ba!@&(t, she say boy what's that odor
I say I don't know ma, I love the aroma

This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer
These (*##$es love soda, mixed with the foca
Put the fire lower, burn it down slower

Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water
And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know
But these (*##$es love soda


The names had me pow up, oh they call me?
A the ?houses, snow like an aspic

Psb them dope boys, everybody know that
I am a dealer and a killer but don't quote that
We don't $#&@ with chuck ^!$$%s

We rather get bucks with it
A bunch of pretty hoes, lot of fly (*##$es $#&@ with us
Could be your girlfriend, or your baby mama

You just gotta deal with it, cause you don't want drama
I ain't taking losses, michael take some porsches
For a test driving, buy it if I like the horses

I can really do that, ask my ^!$$% wu jack,
He just bought a new mac, and he fiending to shoot that


[Hook]
(*##$es love soda, cooking like it's folders
In my grandma ba!@&(t, she say boy what's that odor

I say I don't know ma, I love the aroma
This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer
These (*##$es love soda, mixed with the foca

Put the fire lower, burn it down slower
Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water
And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know

But these (*##$es love soda

Man I be on that bull%#@!, what did you expect though

Born and raised in brooklyn, you ^!$$%s just slept close
Fronting gets you nowhere, so don't even go there
I hit you in your face quick, red dot, reindeer

Now you just a rudolph, headshots a rude off
I ain't got no manners, I demand you take your jewels off
Only robbing $#&@ boys just to violate them

Diamonds in my jesus, god why you create them
If I ruled the world, it would be sucker free
And it would be a joy and I would have every key

Even in the drought still I had plenty keys
Asking ^!$$%s getting money, what's the truth about me, aha


[Hook]
(*##$es love soda, cooking like it's folders
In my grandma ba!@&(t, she say boy what's that odor

I say I don't know ma, I love the aroma
This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer
These (*##$es love soda, mixed with the foca

Put the fire lower, burn it down slower
Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water
And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know

But these (*##$es love soda.

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