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letra de on my birthday - troy ave

[intro]
ay who celebratin a birthday?
a one two, a one two
countin millions
not bad for a n-gg- 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 n-gg- let me demonstrate

[verse 1]
troy ave the wave, all these n-gg-s sh-r-s
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 c-ke, 400 bagged
traffic out of state for the bigger flip
in a small town buyin bigger clips
runnin down on n-gg-s with a f-ckin 30
make sure they feel it, ya f-ckin 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 n-gg- let me demonstrate

[verse 2]
dope boy troy a real gun clapper
don’t ask me bout no b-m rappers
i only listen to my heart and my intuition
i’m only hearin valid sh-t, 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 -ss she for real thick
hoppin out my whip, hoppin on my d-ck
ride for me baby, ride til you c-m
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
f-ckin with some gangsta sh-t 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 n-gg- 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 n-gg- ballin
you’ll hear about it one of these mornings
and ain’t no real n-gg-s 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…

- troy ave

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