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letra de was hannin - 1100 himself

[intro]
‘leven thousand
f-ck with me
hold on lemme hit this woody real quick
on my momma thirteen hunnid my cousin
on the real

[verse 1]
i used to want eleven thousand now i want eleven million
fat tone died when i was in high school and i still feel it
d-mn, what the f-ck going on
you ain’t even got no pistol why you grabbin’ yo phone (fake ass clutchin)
i don’t drop a lot of music, i’ll sing you the song
i was going through some sh-t n-gga leave me alone (leave me alone man)
if you ever really need me then call my phone (tap in)
keepin’ lil n-ggas round me like a f-ckin’ group home, n-gga (i’m with my lil n-ggas)
likе a group home homie, a vlone hoodiе (huh)
a benny’s i got silly soup on me (vlone hoodie)
i ain’t believe the feds was watchin’ ‘til they did a swoop on me (they kicked my door)
if i ain’t know you round this b-tch i ain’t ‘gon throw the deuce on you (who are you blood?)
my lil n-gga in sixth grade ‘a up a deuce deuce on you (he on you)
my lil n-gga in seven building throwin’ his dug dugs on him (he throwin’ fits)
five ‘oh got behind me, had to oop juke on ‘em (f-ck five ‘oh)
when my b-tch threw it back she put the voodoo on me (she threw that ass back)
i don’t trust a lot of n-ggas they be too too phony (f-ck ass n-gga)
see an unfamiliar face, i’m like “who you homie?”
i see my n-gga tae muggin, i’m like “ooh we on it”
he done pushed up on a n-gga with the two two forty (i can’t do sh-t about that)
[outro]
ay
for real
this sh-t ain’t even about what you think it’s about
this sh-t more than that
this sh-t more than rap
but ay

- 1100 himself

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