Troy Ave

Troy Ave - Cigar Smoke lyrics

rate me

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 bitch shit,

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

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 ass nigga 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 shit, 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 niggas 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 nigga try

He gonna have to get his face with him, yeah

That’s how a nigga 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 shit and nigga being ..

End it for the morning, suck 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 nigga 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 ass 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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