Artist: Troy Ave f/ Lil' Twin Contraban Album: Major Without a Deal Song: Love You/How I'm On It Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com Part One: Love You [Intro: Troy Ave] Bring you to the top baby gotta bring me to the top You know they said she was rasied for this But um, I don't know...Powder! Ah ha! [Chorus: Troy Ave] I just wanna love her, She won't let me love her Too busy being a bitch busy bein' in my shit My name buzzin' these bitches fuckin' I'm bein' rich I just wanna love her, hard for me to love her You too, busy bein' a bitch busy bein' in my shit My name buzzin' these bitches fuckin' I'm bein' rich (Powder!) [Verse One: Troy Ave] Yappin' in my ear though, about the rumors that you hear so These bitches love the kid though, bitches fuckin' I don't give 'em dough I'm that nigga in a major way I'm from Brooklyn they say I'm the new Biggie or Jay (Baby!) All my Cubans about a Kilo in weight (Crazy) I be boomin' all these niggas that hate (Trippin) Girl you fuckin' out your whole mind Bringin' chicks up from my old time (Old) If you with me be happy I'm a gold mine I'm still spendin' dough from '09 [Chorus: Troy Ave] I just wanna love her, She won't let me love her Too busy being a bitch busy bein' in my shit My name buzzin' these bitches fuckin' I'm bein' rich I just wanna love her, hard for me to love her You too, busy bein' a bitch busy bein' in my shit My name buzzin' these bitches fuckin' I'm bein' rich (Powder!) [Verse Two] I just get some jo-jo, I'm in love with her toto No evidence or photos, silent on secrets so you won't know From the back like the po-po, tellin' you open up your four door You know that we violent they approach slow When I play you it's over, got my hat low I escape just through the game Can't escape puttin' you through the pain All this cake man I'm doin' my thing Bitch I'm straight all you do is complain [Chorus: Troy Ave] I just wanna love her, She won't let me love her Too busy being a bitch busy bein' in my shit My name buzzin' these bitches fuckin' I'm bein' rich I just wanna love her, hard for me to love her You too, busy bein' a bitch busy bein' in my shit My name buzzin' these bitches fuckin' I'm bein' rich (Powder!) Part Two: How I'm On It” [Chorus: Troy Ave] (Lil' Twin Contraban) You don't understand the type of shit that I'm on (Shit that I'm on) 'Cause all you niggas weak and I'm just hittin' it strong The say I'm slightly off that's why my pistols be on I'm on it that's how I'm on it, everyday You don't understand the type of shit that I'm on 'Cause if I fuck your bitch I guarantee you she gone But she ain;t fade to black I put that bitch in a song 'Cause I'm on it, that's how I'm on it everyday [Verse One: Troy Ave] (Lil' Twin Contraband) Getting' this dough, fuckin' these hoes, nigga I do what I say (I do what I say) Semi-Autos, hollow tips loaded nigga we filled to the head (Oooh Oooh) Heat on my foes, creep on them low love when I see them for days (Ha!) We don't love hoes, bitches get chose do you see me shaking my head? (Shaking my head) The hat by Gucci (Gucci) the shoes by Gucci (Oooh Oooh) The backpack Louie and the cash stacks doofy (Y'all) That's that stupid bread, I get stupid bread (Hoe) Keep lookin' for proof he said, my coupe is red we rollin' (Yeah) [Chorus: Troy Ave] (Lil' Twin Contraban) You don't understand the type of shit that I'm on (Shit that I'm on) 'Cause all you niggas weak and I'm just hittin' it strong The say I'm slightly off that's why my pistols be on I'm on it that's how I'm on it, everyday You don't understand the type of shit that I'm on 'Cause if I fuck your bitch I guarantee you she gone But she ain;t fade to black I put that bitch in a song 'Cause I'm on it, that's how I'm on it everyday [Verse Two: Troy Ave] (Lil' Twin Contraban) I'm dope like Anita (Dope like) probably more lethal (Oooh Oooh) You're fraud and you're see through, no we don't believe you Pushing your reel like the movie star actor (Ha) You look at me greasy and you know I'm about action (Yeah!) The lights, the cameras, shinin' all on my jewels (Jewels) She light, she Spanish, bitches all in her mood But she ain't never fucked no nigga in Versace socks (Nah) And the way I'm about to pop, Cartier all on the watch [Chorus: Troy Ave] (Lil' Twin Contraban) You don't understand the type of shit that I'm on (Shit that I'm on) 'Cause all you niggas weak and I'm just hittin' it strong The say I'm slightly off that's why my pistols be on I'm on it that's how I'm on it, everyday You don't understand the type of shit that I'm on 'Cause if I fuck your bitch I guarantee you she gone But she ain;t fade to black I put that bitch in a song 'Cause I'm on it, that's how I'm on it everyday