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letra de 0 to 100 (freestyle) - a boogie wit da hoodie

verse 1:
f-ck being on some chill sh-t. we go zero to 100 on some real sh-t. f-ck them n-ggas on that acting sh-t. yall go from 100 to zero on some backwards sh-t. i’m blasting sh-t. b-tches on my johnson, no magic sh-t. n-ggas talking crazy by my city, i ain’t having it. talking about new york fell off, ain’t that some sh-t? if i ever see us falling off, i bet i’m catching it. paper on your head, do a phone call on fax and sh-t. order that i get a quarterback, then i sack a b-tch. adding digits, subtracting b-tches, that mathematics sh-t. run up on your block and you get shock when that static hit. i’m acting up, u r l , smack it up. now you mad as f-ck, you n-ggas softer than saggy nuts. i’m stacking up this dough, hotter than dragon, but my flow catching up. you ugly, you couldn’t bag a sl-t. i was never used to being what i used to. n-ggas carry more than one strap, so i used two. always had to watch my own back, so i’m used to. talking to myself, you would’ve thought i had a bluetooth

verse 2:
i’m independent, whatever i do, it’s because i choose to. i got to keep a small circle like a fruit loop because nowadays anybody will switch up and shoot you like bishop and juice, dude. n-gga, but listen, this be the realest sh-t you ever heard until you hear some realest sh-t. when n-ggas want respect on the block, they start k!lling sh-t. driller sh-t. they don’t even notice that as witnesses. you’re right here, man, we’ll snitch on you, give you 10 and sh-t. y’all was like brothers, you want to believe he didn’t snitch. y’all go back like super nintendo and sega genesis. b-tches ain’t sh-t, they just f-cking for some benefits. seed a lot of real sh-t, my squad on that realest sh-t

chorus:
whole squad on that real. whole squad on that real. whole squad on that real. whole squad on that real. whole squad on that real. whole squad on that real

verse 3:
we go zero to 100, n-gga. i don’t need no new b-tch. tired of my old hoe. i just need some new bread because i spent my lives though. i just want mad money, mad cars, mad clothes. all my n-ggers grinding for this sh-t we never had though. n-ggas go from playing ball to slinging raw and passing rocks. i just want to get it all because i ain’t never had a lot. i just want benz to be the reason why i sag a lot and coming up to be the reason all these n-ggas mad a lot. you don’t understand my n-gga. you don’t understand, my n-gga. you don’t understand. i want to be the man, my n-gga. i want to be the man, my n-gga. i just want to be the man, but they don’t want to see me go higher, n-gga. n-ggas looking for me. i’m like, who the f-ck is hiding, n-gga? i would never hit a b-tch raw like a tiger, n-gga. grew up in the concrete jungle? i ain’t lying, n-gga

outro:
whole squad on that real. whole squad on that real, sh-t. whole squad on that real
we go zero to 100, n-gga, real quick

- a boogie wit da hoodie

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