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letra de onna hood - doe boy & babyface ray

[intro: doe boy & babyface ray]
how you do them?
doe beezy
n-gga, pay me though
oh, i thought i heard a fake rapper sayin’ some
hood n-gga, make the track hawk like a lamb truck
gang

[verse 1: doe boy]
n-gga, say he want the smoke until you really bring the drama
i walk in, you see that .40, now i don’t mean balenciaga’s
i ain’t tryna be your friend, i’m tryna f-ck your baby mama (who?)
i rolled in like 50 bentleys, but i shot like 50 hondas (boom, boom, boom, boom)
used to be the plug ’til i took ’em down
i don’t give a f-ck, i’ma buss if i pull it out (boom, boom)
p-ssy better run, you see us with the hoodies out
ice was ‘posed to make me cooler now, pop a pill, f-ck it, i’ma booda now
n-gga play, i let it go, never snitch you better know
ain’t it crazy how my money talk? but it never folds (it crazy)
sniper peekin’ through the scope, f-ck it, go run through the door
i got all this gucci, think my closet smokin’ pookie lo (oh, really?)
you ain’t got your own go, p-ssy boy, who tool is that?
ran up in your trap and took your sh-t and you was cool with that (p-ssy)
i really think i’m trippin’ still ain’t see me at the foo yet (foo)
young n-gga, i was stealin’ all my teachers school desk (doe beezy)
my young n-gga never lacked the glizzy in his school desk
i be geeked up, but never be a teacher school pet (woo)
dior on my body, i put ice all on the crew neck
they said they was f-ckin’ with the gang, shoo, who crew is that?(oh really?)
[verse 2: babyface ray]
closet like ’em all night (mm, hmm)
foreign lock, crawled out (what?)
chrome heart, drug appeals (what?)
you ain’t even drug, how? (mm, hmm)
smoke the weed, runnin’ lights
screamin’, “f-ck the laws” huh (f-ck ’em)
movin’ like i’m tommy buns, we will take your town down (yes, sir)
got it on a beam with me, i ain’t never seen n-ggas
doctor pepper, cream soda, i just put some lean on it
i don’t even know what these is, these j-panese demins
put ’em on for a test run, i’ma tryna put some g’s in it (how much?)
i’ma toxicnese, drugs i’ll be mixin’ (drugs i’ll be mixin’)
f-ck around, i’ma k!ll you, say she want a picture (say she want a picture)
do her hair, send a track with me, i think she wanna l!ck me (come on)
60 racks up, blues on me, long live nipsey (long live nipsey)
nah, i ain’t crippin’, nah, i ain’t blood
just a thug n-gga, raised with drug dealers
k!llers in the club with us, better be cool (yeah)
n-ggas, n-ggas doin’ it for clout, you could make the news (boy)
i was workin’ overtime, i ain’t have any room (huh)
cop three times, then ’round us, how you make the move? (how you make the move?)
long live free gang up, let a freak put my chain on
let the gang run the train up, let a grammy get a bankroll
flex up on me, face keep goin’
top drive back, ac on
throw ten racks, play these songs
percocet’s, f-ck, we gone (f-ck me, girl)
get a check (yeah), f-ck these hoes
goin’ for it, four free long (yeah)
touchdown dance some, way we gon’ stand on it
pop a rubber bands on it, now i got her friends comin’ (yeah)
on-on a hood, n-gga pay me when you land on it
oh, i thought i heard a fake rapper sayin’ some
hood n-gga, make the track hawk like a lamb truck
way before corona, i had the mask on (n-gga)

- doe boy babyface ray

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