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(Hook)
I swear the taste of revenge is more sweeter than honey
Iâm on the streets in a Benz, see me getting this money
Canât forget about my friends, Iâm yelling âFree Rummyâ
Real nigga for real, and thatâs my day Onie!
Yaâll know, I shine bright when I roll, plot on mines and I blow
Smoke, POW! Here you go! I am not the one, but Iâm the one
Troy Ave, New York City, Brooklyn, UNH!
(Verse 1: Troy Ave)
I know this Lilâ chick who reminds me of myself
As far as being a hustler, gettinâ it by herself
Dancinâ in the clubs, sellinâ off some pounds
She even do taxes when the season come around
She had a dream like Martin to get up out the streets
But was saving her bread for 156 weeks
She did everything right, except choose the wrong peeps
And unknowingly shouldering a snake where she sleep, damn!
Pictures on the gram, stacks of money on the dresser
She about to start a business last night as a stripper
Although she thought, got home and got caught
Thieving nigga robbed the crib and left everything tossed
Close, to 72 Oâs and all the paper that she stacked switched her to bigger goals
She wondering should she call the cops or fill him up with holes
You know how I be on it, I say that nigga must go! Revenge, what!?
(Hook)
(Verse 2: Troy Ave)
Iâm laying with a blonde, like Frankie Sinatra
She did it my way, head over my boxers, yeah
Drawers by Versace, know they match the socks, yeah
Iâm just a Young Don, no plate, full of pasta
Shorty Portuguese, Iâm importing kiâs
Might go to Monaco, hit Monte Carlo overseas
French Riviera, French toast, never French kiss
Holiday sauce, smoked salmon, eggs benedict
Before we hit the Grand Prix, you know who her man be
A trolling blogger, who donât know no better than to offend me
For all your columns, who rather hit you with the Semiâ
I hit your bitch with this DICK! You bitch nigga, REVENGE!
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Troy Ave)
Ice on my neck, on my waist where the heat at
Looking for these tough niggas âWhere the fuck they be at?â
I got plenty shows, plenty more, as I blow up
They âposed to be foes where I goes they donât show up
I guess itâs all talk, rub my dick in they jibbers
You know they type pussy, critters with some Twitters
Body shots will put you on the clock with the shivers
Head shots, you donât need a docâ just the diggers
Either ones cool, might take a bat to that fool
Say no comment when they ask about me in an interview
First and last one, I donât speak twice
Cause you responsible for all your friends who donât talk nice
Lilâ nigga, youâve been warned! For your ungratefulness I play you like a pawn
Lilâ old nigga, youâve been warned! Yeah, I sampled ya voice you was using it wrong!
- Album:
- Badass (Single)
- Free Troy Ave
- Roland Collins
- Major Without a Deal
- Troy Ave Presents BSB Vol. 5
- BSB Vol. 4 (Mixtape)
- New York City: The Album (Mixtape)
- White Christmas 2 (Mixtape)
- Bricks In My Backpack 3
- Chuck Norris (Hoes & Gangstas) - Single
- Good Girl Gone Bad - Single
- Good Girl Gone Bad
- She Belongs to the Game
- Major Without a Deal Reloaded
- White Christmas 3
- Compilation
- June 5th
- June 5th - Single
- Fake Butt Busta
- Fake Butt Busta - Single