COKeAMANIA lyrics

[Hook]

I'm saying what up doe
I'm selling uncut blow
A n*gga so cold
Jewels frozer than buffalo
These n*ggas Front though
They MC GUSTO
CB4 they talk
They should know that my gun go
I'll blow this sh*t up yo

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pus*y n*ggas must got me confused
Shoot a n*gga out they motherf*ckin shoes
The name is Troy Ave, but I'm far from local
And my gun goes off
I am far from vocal mother f*cker

[Verse 1]
I'm young and thuggin, my name buzzin
Slangin drugs and slangin wood
Jim Duggan, girls loving
I'm just f*ckin, never trustin, never bust in
n*ggas baby moms be disgusting
I'm done lustin, back hustling, the phrase MOB
Couldn't be more humbling
To other n*ggas, blow pop sucka n*ggas
I sell blow, Berra Paul, take under n*ggas
Coke Hogan, buy and sell be the slogan
I'm on my high horse, 500 when I be porche'n, HP
I'm vivid as HD, when I talk that sh*t
n*ggas know that is really me
It's not right, but it's okay
Like whitney, RIP
Out in Houston I bought keys, opened up doors
From opening up raw, they opened up investigations
f*ck the law
Powder Life
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[Verse 2]
I'm a smooth dark pretty young n*gga that's stylish
But dont get it confused, I be into the violence
Take my word or go ask n*ggas about my work
n*ggas violate me, n*ggas do get merked
Pay no mind to the subliminal, they lyrical
Spray my nine at any physical, spirituals beams
I make 'em, send 'em holy to Satan
You just a soon to be t-shirt mural or painting
Hope ya n*ggas Matisse, Cause when that Van go
My gun go, Craccci
f*ckin loco, I don't Play like OCHO
Chad Johono, I just root for the Giants
And keep it hundo, that's a buck n*gga
f*ck boi, f*ck n*gga
Got homies out the state penn that'll touch n*ggas
No homo, but for the low dough
A couple light bands will have you meeting with Joe Paterno
I ain't lion

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