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Love Sosa (Keymix)
   ------Troy Ave

(Intro)
Gotta turn the headphones down
And turn the vocals up
You know what I mean?
You might wanna take this too
The keymix
Tell me
Alright, alright

(Bridge)
I been feeling so damn dope now lately
I wake up early with a girly, she ain’t my lady
It’s just another toy, give er pain, give me joy
It’s the pyrex pot fish, spot blaze boy,
Powder!

(Hook)
Bitches love soda, cooking like it’s forgers
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In my grandma basement, she say boy what’s that odor
I say I don’t know ma, I love the aroma
This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer
These bitches love soda, mixed with the foca
Put the fire lower, burn it down slower
Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water
And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know bruh
These bitches love soda

(Verse)
The names had me pulled up, oh they call me Troy Ave
Avalanche yawser, snow like an aspic
BSB them dope boys, everybody know that
I am a dealer and a killer but don’t quote that
We don’t fuck with chuck niggas
We rather get bucks with it
A bunch of pretty hoes, lot of fly bitches fuck with us
Could be your girlfriend, or your baby mama
You just gotta deal with it, cause you don’t want drama
I ain’t taking losses, michael take some Porsches
For a test driving, buy if I like the horses
I could really do that, ask my nigga Wu Jack,
He just bought a new mac, and he fiending to shoot that

(Hook)
Bitches love soda, cooking like it’s forgers
In my grandma basement, she say boy what’s that odor
I say I don’t know ma, I love the aroma
This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer
These bitches love soda, mixed with the foca
Put the fire lower, burn it down slower
Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water
And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know bruh
These bitches love soda

(Verse)
Man I be on that bullshit, what did you expect though?
Born and raised in Brooklyn, you niggas just slept close
Fronting gets you nowhere, so don’t even go there
I hit you in your face quick, red dot, reindeer
Now you just a Rudolph, headshots a rude off
I ain’t got no manners, I demand you take your jewels off
Only robbing fuck boys just to violate them
Diamonds in my Jesus, God why you create them
If I ruled the world, it would be sucker free
And it would be a joy and I would have every key
Even in the drought still I had plenty keys
Asking niggas getting money, what’s the truth about me, aha

(Hook)
Bitches love soda, cooking like it’s forgers
In my grandma basement, she say boy what’s that odor
I say I don’t know ma, I love the aroma
This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer
These bitches love soda, mixed with the foca
Put the fire lower, burn it down slower
Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water
And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know bruh
These bitches love soda

(Outro)
Aye niggas real quick
I got an important announcement
I know yall fuckin with the keymixes and everything that I do
So I’m hookin up with my nigga DJ Holiday
On December 25th, Christmas day
Troy Ave, DJ Holiday, holiday season
Merry fuckin Christmas ahead of time
Don’t say I never gave you nothing
Happy new year!