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letra de hellcats trackhawks benzs - glockboyz teejaee

[intro]
that sh-t sound crazy, though
(mushk made this)
ha, cars, benzes, the amgs
come on
yeah

[chorus]
h-llcats and trackhawks, benzes, the amgs
i met this b-tch inside the club, she got me tryna leave
walkin’ up the strip, pat my pockets, can’t find my keys
jumped in the whip and pressed the b-tton, did the need for speed

[verse 1]
these hoes, they like rich n-ggas
rich n-ggas, they like bad hoes
i thought you had some money, where your cash go?
finna break up with my new b-tch, she remindеd me of my last ho
gangsters be with mе, we should teach a f-ckin’ class, bro
i’m like nick cannon and drumline, front row steppin’
i seen n-ggas check out before they mama, it’s wicked
used to couldn’t go outside ’til i did the dishes
if they was smart, they would’ve kept me in the crib, the streets vicious
she like, “d-mn, i ain’t never met no n-gga like you”
that sh-t crazy, i’m here with the baddest b-tch inside the room
i’m just tryna have some fun, ain’t really tryna be your dude
this b-tch let me say whatever, i’m just playin’ like it’s cool (yeah)
[chorus]
yeah, back to the hood with my n-ggas
finna throw a block party, call the b-tches, yeah
said she miss me, so she face timed me them titties
heard she ain’t seen me in a minute, she tryna come get with me, yup
i’m from the trenches, i like ghetto barbies
the type of hoes that cuss you out if you gon’ get ’em started
i just touched down with the bag, we finna throw a party
let me call my favorite b-tch, ’cause she know how i like it (she know how i like it)
h-llcats and trackhawks, benzes, the amgs
i met this b-tch inside the club, she got me tryna leave
walkin’ up the strip, pat my pockets, can’t find my keys
jumped in the whip and pressed the b-tton, did the need for speed

[verse 2]
you call ’em strikers, they ain’t even got no placeholder
i’m out here tryna get some money, she want me to spend the day with her
my young n-ggas, they really out they sh-t
on the ‘gram with that drac’ with ’em
they really dogs, they’ll chase
that’s your b-tch, go buy her louis and some gucci and chanel
you ain’t never had no money, and these hoes, they can tell
these hoes just want a n-gga with some pape’, i’m just bein’ real
you grown and you don’t know how to make no money? you should go to jail

[chorus]
yeah, back to the hood with my n-ggas
finna throw a block party, call the b-tches, yeah
said she miss me, so she face timed me them titties
heard she ain’t seen me in a minute, she tryna come get with me, yup
i’m from the trenches, i like ghetto barbies
the type of hoes that cuss you out if you gon’ get ’em started
i just touched down with the bag, we finna throw a party
let me call my favorite b-tch, ’cause she know how i like it (she know how i like it), yeah

- glockboyz teejaee

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