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letra de homie hopper - hariroc & tana

[chorus]
yeah, i’m a f-ckin’ homie hopper, i wan’ take down your gang
she don’t understand my swag, that’s why i f-ck with her friend
hop out like it’s pistol tag, i start sprayin’ at your van (rock that sh-t the f-ck out, hari)
i’m atlanta, it’s just me and my mans
n-ggas keep stealin’ swag, i had to stop showin’ my hands
whenever chris not home, i got the glock in my pants
i was like fifteen years old when i started counting bands (yeah, yeah)
what’s up with your b-tch? she actin’ like a fan (what’s up?)
n-gga get tump off tryna f-ck with my mans

[verse]
i’m in london linkin’ with all the tens
i ain’t interested no more, you weren’t tryna f-ck when i ain’t have bands (yeah)
i been locked in, tryna come up with a plan (yeah, yeah)
and most of these n-ggas leeches tryna come up off they mans (yeah)
i got a hundred for any n-gga in this room who’ll stand (yeah), i bet no n-gga stand up
she wanna f-ck with me just ’cause i’m tana (just because i’m tana)
i ain’t even spend my advance, n-gga, i’m like ten up (i’m like ten up)
i just hit onyx, threw this trap money on dancers (on them dancers)
i don’t need to rob, my man’s will make you put your hands up (put your hands up)
i’m f-ckin’ with hariroc, he got his own swag (his own swag)
i ain’t f-ckin’ with you, you wasn’t f-ckin’ with me, i was down bad (i was down bad)
i ain’t need n0body, b-tch, i went out, got my own bag (my own bag)
i left columbus and since then i ain’t goin’ back
let’s get it (frrt, let’s get it)
[chorus]
yeah, i’m a f-ckin’ homie hopper, i wan’ take down your gang
she don’t understand my swag, that’s why i f-ck with her friend
hop out like it’s pistol tag, i start sprayin’ at your van (rock that sh-t the f-ck out, hari)
i’m atlanta, it’s just me and my mans
n-gga keep stealin’ swag, i had to stop showin’ my hands
whenever chris not home, i got the glock in my pants
i was like fifteen years old when i started counting bands (yeah, yeah)
what’s up with your b-tch? she actin’ like a fan (what’s up?)
n-gga get tump off tryna f-ck with my mans (b-tch)

[outro]
(you get tump off, p-ssy)
i ain’t interested no more, you weren’t tryna f-ck when i ain’t have bands (rock that sh-t the f-ck out, hari)
(when i ain’t have bands, you wasn’t tryna f-ck with me)
(you know what i’m sayin’? i’m— i’m— i’m straight right now)
and most of these leeches tryna come up off they mans
(most of these n-ggas just copycats, n-gga)
(n-ggas wanna f-ck with you for your swag)
i bet no n-gga stand up (i bet no n-gga stand up)
(she just wanna f-ck with me ’cause i’m bana)
(i’m talkin’ ’bout rock this sh-t the f-ck out, hari)

- hariroc tana

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