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letra de rep yo hood - boy froot

[froot]
check my kicks, nike swish, man f-ck all this sh-t
i’m diggin in the dirt like an ethnoarchaeologist
‘stead of makin’ visions, makin’ bad decisions
trust my intution, f-ck the competion
i’m stuck in this position
i could use some ammunition
watch my back, i’m on a mission
cut no slack, use absolute precision
boy froot’ll snap in a second
got a dungeon full of weapons
better watch where you steppin’
pop off if you ain’t reppin’
you ain’t you ain’t from my hood
better get this understood
get the f-ck out for good
if you ain’t to live or get shived, i don’t give a sh-t
but you gotta leave or i’m about to throw a fit
need to smoke some weed, drink some lean
turn on the loop machine

rep your hood man, rep your cl!ck (cl!ck)
if anybody talkin sh-t
grip the wood, send em back to the dirt quick (quick) [x2]

[sharxxx]
never hatin’ on my city though the pavements always sh-tty
and them vacant lots ain’t pretty
liquor store can’t break a fifty
but it ain’t phase a crazy caucasition like me
the place to be is wherever i’m at or else your sh-t gon end painfully
i be in them woods like a pagan be, hatefully
droppin dtp sh-t be so feverish like it was h-o-tcheck it
we all gon’ send yo b-tch -ss up in a freefall
if boy froot’s the boy, then i’m girl and we a speedball
no police cars cuz my city’s just got 3 cops
so i’m growin weed that’s as tall as those f-ckin’ tree tops
beat drops
but i never say no sh-t that matters, f-ck your chatter
i’m the bad-ss that’s gonna make your -ss a splatter
i can’t stand no traffic
that’s how come i’m stayin’ off the map like hackers
you couldn’t find me up in no phonebook or atlas son
gatling gun, cans, and a cauldron in a shack
that’s on the edge of a forest full of them apparitions, rats n’ stuff

- boy froot

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