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letra de hood trophy - 4dave

hood trophy lyrics
all these blues in my pocket got me feeling like bluefaces
white presidents inside of my pocket, who racist
n-gga you can hit that girl on special occasions
n-gga i can hit her anytime any places

i’m a k!ll a opp n-gga an get a pro bono
got enough money but i pro bono
come with football an i’m talking no no
time to call the other lawyer, idc pick up the phone

i know a k!ller down the road an i ain’t seen him in so long
i be praying every night, i be hoping he come home
when i’m praying every night i be shining up my chrome
cause soon as hе step on the block i’m putting one in his domе

(oooh)

ohh sh-t yeah i know we took a turn now
let ya mind wonder, think bout how that turned out
member back in the days an a n-gga couldn’t swerve out
now i hop inside the srt an hit a burnout
now i got the baddest b-tch ion wanna flirt now
yo b-tch was bad then but now she hurt now
some n-ggas tried to break in look how that worked out
them police came we had they bodies in the dirt now
numbers 1 an 2 them n-ggas took a dirt nap
numbers 3 and 4 them n-ggas took a hurt nap
an that number 5 that n-gga took a perk nap
number 6 thought he was julius an took a work nap

an ima stop rapping so fast before i burnout
i make them wet b-tches y’all n-ggas bring them t-rds out
if you a real a n-gga come on let’s talk with words now
ohh you a b-tch straight to your soul, i’m taking yours now

an i ain’t been out the country but i’m up in paris house
i know that paris taste good but i’m up in paris mouth
aye what’s that movie queen latifah made wit paramount
you talking bout bringing down the house, nah i’m bout to tear it down

in my mind i’m already dripping wit carrots now
in my mind i’m already pushing mclearens out
in my mind i got money stacking like stairs now
she ask me do i want the fit b-tch ima wear it out

aye, yeah she ask do i want the fit b-tch ima wear it out
this girl was coming on fingers in a clear amount
you ask me do she drink her water, i don’t have a doubt

i like my b-tches stupid thick with a lot of mouth
like come here baby come here baby, bring that potty mouth
i kilt that p-ssy from back how she was whining
i had to go jail but n-gga i ended up bonding out
i tried to hide it from my b-tch she end up finding out
i think she friends with the devil, she on that timing now
i still remember the windows i use to climb up out
but truth be told that’s not something i’m bout to rhyme about

back to the basic, you know these n-ggas they be lying now
i seen that pressure caught that sh-t an i apply it now
you the type to take a girl an you gone fly her out

- 4dave

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