(Verse)
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Who the hottest in New York? It¡¯s really no debating
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Real niggas say that to fix suckers be hatin
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Like he likes but that nigga re-rhymes off his iPhone
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No, nigga I¡¯m texting yo girl meet me at my home
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I always had dreams of a million while they was chillin
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I¡¯m a new Benz 4 wheelin from dope dealing
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With a Rollie off track and a Rollie off rap
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But I hit you a few times if you tryna take that
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I¡¯m ticked off, got on from a brick of salt
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Was getting mad money OT when it kicked off
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Out here I had a spot two doors down with heaters in the wall
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And the fiends lined up like sneakers on the wall
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Watch for the sneaks in the hole you peep
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When you get em high, 05, take you down at yo peek
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I¡¯m in made with those made niggas get to point
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I mush the codeine without the PCP in my joint
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Nigga show yo bag, shipped in for marijuana
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Got my chips up, had em flown in from Kilofonia
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For the lower price, the nigga that rolled the dice
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Lose 100 grand once, out here man but shit twice
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Be the traitor already, I still don¡¯t think I have it
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Ain¡¯t like I can call in sick, where¡¯s my fragments?
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If I take a loss then fuck it, I¡¯m still gon eat
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But as long as a nigga undefeated in these streets
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It¡¯s all good, it¡¯s all good
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Baby it¡¯s all good, it¡¯s all good
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I¡¯m from a broke hood
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Where the guns go (blap)
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And these niggas runnin
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Cus they fuckin hoes
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And we them niggas
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And you fuckin know
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Troy Ave motherfucker, I¡¯m about to blow
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(Hook)
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While you was kissin that bitch under the mistletoe
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I was hustling this shit, had to get this dough
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Everything was all good but now that her man know
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He gon put holes in yo ass like a tic tac toe
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Nigga life¡¯s a gamble, I¡¯m into the risk
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I bet it all every day just to get to the chips
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I can¡¯t afford to be played or get killed for a bitch
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Thank the Lord as we pray, Merry White Christmas
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(Verse)
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I¡¯m on a BQE with 2 pistols in a cup
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And the light uptown, big booty splash bro
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You know a nigga picky, hovaine here with me
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And my honey Hennessey D, whippin the 7-60
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Later on at night I¡¯mma bury it in the dough
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But for now I¡¯m hatin Queens for a plate of that curvy gold damn
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I don¡¯t know what the fuck I want on the side
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Matter fact you can give a nigga macaroni pie
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A steak with cheese and shells, my squares flow steady
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It¡¯s really like I¡¯m here eating already
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I got 400 in this shoebox for real
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I¡¯m 600 away from making a mill
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Give me 2 M¡¯s today, I¡¯m taking a deal
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But for now this the motherfuckin gangsta grill
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(Hook)
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While you was kissin that bitch under the mistletoe
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I was hustling this shit, had to get this dough
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Everything was all good but now that her man know
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He gon put holes in yo ass like a tic tac toe
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Nigga life¡¯s a gamble, I¡¯m into the risk
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I bet it all every day just to get to the chips
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I can¡¯t afford to be played or get killed for a bitch
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Thank the Lord as we pray, Merry White Christmas
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(Outro)
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Merry White Christmas
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My gift to the world is nothing but dope music
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I promise to restore the feeling
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Men do what they say and say what they mean
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I told niggas I was gonna blow the fuck up
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Oh!
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Keep spreading the word
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Keep spreading the gospel
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Let these motherfuckers know
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Troy Ave that nigga
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Aye listen man
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I told niggas I¡¯m worth 1.2 million
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They laughed at me
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Now look
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The price went the fuck up
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I mean 2 million
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I mean I¡¯m just counting money right now in this motherfucker mane
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BSB them niggas man
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We got the highest quality of street music across the lane
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I represent the east coast, New York City
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Real niggas worldwide just like me
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It¡¯s a fact though
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BSB records, the future is here
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I¡¯m the only nigga, and I speak chuck shit in yo ear
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Yea, I seen other niggas get on
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What I do?
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I never hate it
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I stay humble and stay workin
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And I waited my motherfuckin turn
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I¡¯m like I ain¡¯t waitin my turn, I¡¯m makin my turn
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Yea
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Merry White Christmas
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Troy Ave |