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letra de boys n da woodz - dlu kemp

[verse]
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout a b-tch, where the bag?
glock on my hip so my pants gon’ sag
put it in her throat, guarantee she gon’ gag
i ain’t know that was your ho, i admit it, my bad
one, two, three, four, five, then six
how many of you hoes tryna suck my d-ck?
y’all be beefin’ over p-ssy, that sh-t make me sick
they be watchin’ how i move, yeah, they like my sh-t
yeah, chopper on my side, i ain’t talkin’ flies
put you in a he-rs- if you f-ckin’ with my guys
f-ckin’ two hoes and i think they both bi
if you tryna run up, best believe you gon’ die
jack him out his sack, he ain’t comin’ back
you know i been thuggin’, you been puttin’ on an act
thirty-two rounds in my clip to be exact
so that’s thirty-two seconds of me shootin’ at your ass
stay with the hoes, bale to his nose
thuggin’ ain’t a game, boy, leave it to the pros
upped it from my hip, pull the trigger, let it blow
and i’m juggin’ all this, come and cop it for the low
i’m a hothead, yeah, i’m a pothead
steady comin’ ’round, nah, we is not friends
got a lot of guns, yeah, you know we got lead
pull up on him at his crib and his ass dropped dead
man, f-ck a b-tch, i’m just tryna get rich
my hoes all bad, fat ass, nice tits
nut on her face, now i’m finna take a p-ss
get dressed, hit the road, i don’t cuddle one bit
blonde-haired hottie, she wanna pop a molly
i gave her too many, now she rubbin’ on my body
mistake me for a pimp, pullin’ hoes is a hobby
and the things these hoes do, man, i swear they so naughty
spin his block, though, see his body drop, though
if you hear them gunshots, you can bet i shot those
she thinkin’ that she bad, but she really not, though
bad b-tches in a line just to see my c-ck, though
they know i don’t play ’bout sh-t, no cap
that’s why everybody keep me blocked on snap
i’m ridin’ in the rental with a chopper in my lap
go ahead, send the addy, type it in on my maps
i’m goated at this sh-t, yeah, i know i f-cked your b-tch
next time that i do, i bet i send your ass a pic
i knew i had a talent ever since i was a jit
and now i got respect, they all know that i’m the sh-t
[chorus]
them boys in the woods, we off them bars
come talkin’ your sh-t, choppers hittin’ your car
knowin’ nothin’ in life ‘cept for hittin’ them l!cks
don’t test me, boy, ’cause i’ma take your sh-t
them boys in the woods, we off them bars
come talkin’ your sh-t, choppers hittin’ your car
knowin’ nothin’ in life ‘cept for hittin’ them l!cks
don’t test me, boy, ’cause i’ma take your sh-t

- dlu kemp

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