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[chorus: beat king]
hood n-gga, all about my doegh
never ever ever let a n-gga play me like a ho
never let a b-tch hit a l!ck
i can’t give a b-tch sh-t, but she can suck a n-gga d-ck
i’m from h town, where n-ggas jack
never leave your house without your motherf-ckin strap
you just got that red, it ain’t no more ac
mix it with the xans, she gon throw that p-ssy back

[verse 1: beat king]
everything i got, i got it slow
never asked n0body for nothing, couldn’t be n0body ho
[?] texas, that’s that north
money on my mind, my d-ck in your ho mouth
club godzilla, b-tch i swoop through
bad b-tch with me, and my coope blue
she gon f-ck me, and my crew too
she don’t need no hands like a bluetooth
hold up, b-tch pop a perk, watch what it do to me
cut a f-ck n-gga off, that sh-t ain’t new to me
trunk disturbing the peace, just like luda be
you ain’t talking money, then you talking screw to me

[chorus: beat king]
hood n-gga, all about my doegh
never ever ever let a n-gga play me like a ho
never let a b-tch hit a l!ck
i can’t give a b-tch sh-t, but she can suck a n-gga d-ck
i’m from h town, where n-ggas jack
never leave your house without your motherf-ckin strap
you just got that red, it ain’t no more ac
mix it with the xans, she gon throw that p-ssy back
[verse 2: z-ro]
i’m sorry, but i had to long d-ck your broad
she be grabbing on my d-ck so hard
turning purple, she be turning sh-t so far
[?] done lit up my wrist so hard
heard bout a b-tch, i don’t recall that
can’t be johnny blaze, fine, i don’t recall that
[?] red b-tch, or a tall balack [?]
wifey material, [?] dog ass ho
mo city texas where i’m from
i never not represent my hood, i am the mo city don
not a trick, i ain’t looking for no ass
[?] looking for your cash

[chorus: beat king]
hood n-gga, all about my doegh
never ever ever let a n-gga play me like a ho
never let a b-tch hit a l!ck
i can’t give a b-tch sh-t, but she can suck a n-gga d-ck
i’m from h town, where n-ggas jack
never leave your house without your motherf-ckin strap
you just got that red, it ain’t no more ac
mix it with the xans, she gon throw that p-ssy back

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