Troy Ave - Paranoid (Keymix) Lyrics

Troy Ave - Paranoid (Keymix) Lyrics:

Went about looking in the club
But you ain’t in my section, put your cup in
You dumb ass niggas get the fuck from us
You taking up space, make room for the hoes
So many bros, make room for the hoes

I’m looking good but I’m feeling aggy
Broke niggas coming to harass me
If it ain’t about no money don’t say shit
If you a fan of showing love, that’s basics
You ain’t ‘bout my album but you hang with
Me and my people that I came with
Big riders be the type that don’t bang you
Smack you in the face that your chain quit, yo
Who the fuck gonna let the babes over?
Take your bitch from you till your date’s over
She looking at me like I’m doing it up
She looking at you like is it cool if I fuck
And now she doing my thing

Went about looking in the club
But you ain’t in my section, put your cup in
You dumb ass niggas get the fuck from us
You taking up space, make room for the hoes
So many bros, make room for the hoes

VIP, me and BSB know the mile
Get money, get bitches, get niggas hollow
Could’ve shot a movie called Pac and we did not, though
You ask me for a drink while I’m sipping out the bottle?
Fuck is on your mind, nigga, you a man kisser?
You know we in the club, right, you know they sell liquor?
You the type that wanna play the couch looking chill
Then you looking in your phone when they come with the bill
Gold diggers looking for a come up of sorts
But when they digging me they just come up short
Except for the long stroke, fur for my long coat
Bro wage your plan with the green off coat
Put my cellphone, for my city I put on
I ain’t that nigga, all these other niggas false hopes
Hottest in these streets and they know it
I don’t run from it, I relish in the moment

Went about looking in the club
But you ain’t in my section, put your cup in
You dumb ass niggas get the fuck from us
You taking up space, make room for the hoes
So many bros, make room for the hoes

Troy Ave - Chillin Ft. Mac Miller Lyrics

Troy Ave - Chillin Ft. Mac Miller Lyrics:

[Hook] x 2
I’m just ridin on some chillin shit
With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit
And we’ve been drinkin so we kinda hit
But I’ma smoke just a little bit

Tink top on with my big chain
Riding through my city numb bit a chief thang
Money in my pockets shit I’m getting checks
Just got a text, ran my pussy wet
20 minutes later, hood bad and select
She a bad little bitch but I don’t eat up, never
Go and get a bottle from the …
Slow sippin if I’m trippin I’ma hit it raw
Grand papers filled with the weed, smoke that
Now I got the feeling that I need
I’m feeling her and she feellin me, come on
But feeling love’s for the suckers be
We could fuck if we both agree
And if I spill enough, she gonn eat the peas, you do that
I double up, for the mornin after
And I’m a real nigga, double on tantrum

[Hook] x 2
I’m just ridin on some chillin shit
With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit
And we’ve been drinkin so we kinda hit
But I’ma smoke just a little bit

Still ridin in the backseat, listenin to mac be
Thousand dollar belt, buckle holdin up my cachis
It ain’t nothing, I ain’t ballin, I’m just playing round
Kinda wish my bitch stayed around
Still runnin slow when I smoke a mind drough
Still keep it low from the fuckin 5o
Still ain’t got a penny for any of these hoes
Still getting shows, still getting throwed
Still let a bitch suck my dick while I’m on the mike
Still call that hoe a fiend cause she on the pipe
And then mom still tell me I ain’t talkin right
Still bring my homies with me when I’m on a flight
I ain’t chillin on the ave, shout to rally or smash
Still chillin with some bitches, watchin belly smokin hash
For the oprah cash, we’re fuckin by the badge
Till the spazz going fast, 120 on the dash
Throw some rap, that ain’t shit, man that’s easy to me
It’s funny cause it’s money like jesus to me
How would be, my bitch japanese,
Shout to french montana still I’m mac with cheese

[Hook] x 2
I’m just ridin on some chillin shit
With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit
And we’ve been drinkin so we kinda hit
But I’ma smoke just a little bit

Nigga, in the hood and I’m kinda heavy
I just bought a 2 pack now the …
Ideal, it’s slick talk fucked up birds
First of the month gone by the 3rd yes sir
If you don’t hustle, then you won’t relate
Bricks in my backpack, niggas on it late
Powder, it’s all good, niggas only cake
On my way about the hood, niggas show me hate
I need that, believe that
Fuel to my fire, fire up the weed at
Alright, alright, pack loud than a motherfucker
I’m ballin hard baby act …
In the bare jays, and a pair of shades
Got the club going crazy and I’m center stage
Puttin on for my city, got a bunch of fly niggas
And my real niggas with me

[Hook] x 2
I’m just ridin on some chillin shit
With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit
And we’ve been drinkin so we kinda hit
But I’ma smoke just a little bit.