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letra de just like my neighbors - glockboyz teejaee

[intro]
all-white neighbor—
(mushk made this)
yeah
all-white neighborhood, i’m they favorite n-gga
come on
yeah

[chorus]
all-white neighborhood, and i’m they favorite n-gga (and i’m the favorite n-gga)
i know they wonderin’ how i do it, i’m just gettin’ chicken (but i’m just gettin’ money)
wake up in the ‘burbs, then i pull up to the trenches (i pull up to the trenches)
baby, i’m just like my neighbors, i hate these n-ggas
louis vuitton and my b-tch match my fly
exotic weed, dead n-ggas in the blunts, we gettin’ high
my b-tch bad, n-ggas probably chase your whip when shе ride by
she gave mе neck ’cause she was bleedin’, i ain’t runnin’ stop signs (i ain’t runnin’ stop signs), yeah
money stuffed inside my jeans, this sh-t talkin’ to me
that ass fat, i hear it once, and let her talk to fully
i just want the money, i just want the cake, n-gga, sock it to me
she gave me neck while we was parked, had to throw on my hoodie
i’m from the ghetto, the slums not my neighbors, it’s doctors
n-ggas actin’ like they gettin’ real money, you can stop it
i can wake up when i want to, spend a couple thousand shoppin’
my neighbor asked me where i work, now it’s time to change the topic (now it’s time to change the topic)
[chorus]
all-white neighborhood, and i’m they favorite n-gga (i’m the favorite n-gga)
i know they wonderin’ how i do it, i’m just gettin’ chicken (sh-t, i’m just gettin’ money)
wake up in the ‘burbs, then i pull up to the trenches (and i pull up to the trenches)
baby, i’m just like my neighbors, i hate these n-ggas (i hate these n-ggas)

[verse 2]
put her out and gave her right back to the streets (yeah, right back to the streets)
i ain’t into broke hoes, i’d just pay you just to leave
just got a message from the plug, he text my phone and said, “a ki'”
that mean them b’s in, if you ain’t buyin’ one, you gotta leave (n-gga)
still’ll get my hands dirty if it’s worth it
you can’t keep callin’ my phone, baby, i’m trappin’, i’m workin’
i feel like curch, i’m in the mountains, phone rollin’, ain’t no service
when you the type to get evicted, i pay in full before the notice
i’m out the way, my house big, get some gas and pull up on me
black family across the street, i think the daddy play with kobe (yeah)
i done ran my bank up, i f-ck around and grab an od
rassel guns for the k!llers and get the young n-ggas a stollie
they like, “what you do for a living?” i play games just like sony
they don’t know i made it happen, ticket off rappin’, now i’m loaded (come on)

- glockboyz teejaee

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