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letra de no hook - boog4800

[intro]
trillo beats, you did it again

[verse]
when i leave the house, b-tch, you know i’m grabbin’ that tool
i knock a n-gga down, boy, i put his -ss on the news
yeah, i really do a fool when i stay with a rug’
i hit a n-gga up quick ’cause i ain’t in the mood
and i’m still the sh-t, but you know i’m back in my groove
i break the b-tch for it all, that spectacular move
and my n-ggas really solid, tip my hats to them dudes
’cause they’ll squeeze for me, and i ain’t even askin’ ’em to
in the back of the room, you see his brains on his closet
your b-tch all on my d-ck, i keep her wet like a faucet
and my game don’t stop, it’s on auto, can’t pause it
and i been runnin’ the bag up all night, i’m exhausted
you better move with precaution when you f-ckin’ with k!llers
long range, hit him from a distance like reggie miller
and this world cold, so i keep the heat for the blizzard
and my third always open ’cause i don’t f-ck with them n-ggas
well, the snakes, they slither, and all these b-tches is bitter
i told that b-tch run it up, now she watchin’ her figure
if she ain’t bringin’ it in, cut her off like some scissors
and it’s a family affair ’cause i done f-cked with her sister
pressin’ up, i need that money asap
runnin’ to the bag like a n-gga on a racetrack
boy, i let that k clap, leave a n-gga face flat
might’ve took the loss, but you know i had to shake back
ten toes down, these hoes want the crown
get deep in that water, then you n-ggas might drown
started out with nothin’, built this sh-t from the ground
n-gga, oh, you ain’t heard? i’m the pitcher on the mound
only way to go is up, straight to the tip-top
me and petey bust down white up in a ziplock
stay with a stick and put it on a big glock
on the road to riches, we ain’t takin’ no pitstops
40 with the beam, leave him on the scene
stretch a n-gga out like a f-ckin’ limousine
they say, “boog, don’t play, you always go to the extreme”
yeah, you know i’m g-ssed up, 93 supreme
you should’ve seen his face when that n-gga seen the stick
he thought he was a boy ’til he started seein’ bricks
they tryna ride my wave, yeah, they tryna catch my drip
man, the b-tch want a ride, but i told her get a lyft
it’s still gang sh-t, and we don’t really play fair
if i was you, boy, i wouldn’t hang there
you know i’m pullin’ strings like a motherf-ckin’ b-ss player
and i stay with big toys, n-gga, no daycare
i was ony twelve when i first touched a hammer
free cashout, n-gga, right up out the slammer
i’ll always keep a glock ’cause this b-tch ain’t no jammer
i caught a n-gga slippin’, beat up his panorama
he said he gon’ k!ll me, we’ll see when that day comes
rollers on my line, but no, i ain’t say nothin’
hit seven doors, back at night with the same gun
hawk a n-gga down, b-tch, like i’m trae young
a lot of n-ggas posted, make sure i keep a toaster
this game up and down like a f-ckin’ rollercoaster
i gotta get the bag like a motherf-ckin’ grocer
and i can’t trust these hoes ’cause most these b-tches vultures
i long d-ck that b-tch, i give her that hangtime
told her i need that neck, i’m talkin’ ’bout some face time
hoes say i’m a dog, well, b-tch, i’m a canine
n-gga, you’s a p-ssy and i heard it through the grapevine
stay up out the way, don’t get caught up in the mix
cuz be runnin’ plays, send my hitters out to blitz
ain’t no reward that come without a risk
yeah, you know i got that sh-t that a b-tch can’t resist
i been took off, i’m comin’ on my way up
i don’t do no talkin’, so i don’t really say much
whole lot of hoes, you know i had to break some
told that b-tch give me neck, pullin’ on her lacefront
these shelves, we gotta stock up, every time i rock up
boy, you know i bounce out, beat a n-gga block up
f-ck the rollers, n-gga, i’ll be d-mned if i get locked up
street sweeper, cleaners need come and do a mop-up
i really play the field, don’t get caught up in the outs
yeah, you p-ssy n-ggas already know what we about
coverin’ my tracks ’cause they tryna learn my route
n-gga, i just want the money, i don’t care about the clout
and f-ck a truce, n-gga, ’cause i don’t even shake hands
shoutin’ make her p-ssy, n-gga, do a breakdance
shout out to my lil’ brother, r&b, ray bans
all i do is get money, know i had to take a chance, ayy
hit him with this 40, n-gga get sh-llshocked
yeah, you know i need the bag like a bellhop
free lil day right up out the cell block
told that b-tch send me fl!cks straight to my mail drop
hit him with this 40, n-gga get sh-llshocked
yeah, you know i need the bag like a bellhop
free lil day right up out the cell block
told that b-tch send me fl!cks straight to my mail drop

[outro]
ayy, ayy
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- boog4800

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