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letra de where you bound - hilltop hustlers (tn)

[chorus: ?]
n-gga where you bound, nig-, nig-, n-gga where you bound?
n-gga where you bound, nig-, nig-, n-gga where you bound?
n-gga where you bound, nig-, nig-, n-gga where you bound?
n-gga where you bound, nig-, nig-, n-gga where you bound?

[verse 1: ?]
my name is [?], from north memphis, tennessee
i’m hitin’ that f-ckin’ crunk, with [?] family
we knew what we on agree, we tight as a f-ckin’ g
your ana’ with family, we puttin’ you six feet deep
you n-ggas who think they hard, you gon’ make me pull your card
these n-ggas are super shaky, i jump and you make it [?]
[?] that light-green, we deep and we on the scene
we is lookin’ better, without it, when n-ggas try to look at mе

[verse 2: ?]
see, i make her bury that, smokin’ on the [?] and [?]
hundrеd reasons i’m goin’ to make it through the day
i’m prayin’ to my father, help me [?] this [?]
’cause jealous n-ggas all around me, puttin’ them players down
walkin’ around with my head hangin’ down
buster boys hidin’ in my [?], stabbed me in my f-ckin’ back
i’m wonderin’ if i’m goin’ to make it to the t-o-p, n-gga

[verse 4: ?]
hilltop b-tch, on the scene, we lookin’ so f-ckin’ mean
we scopin’ you busters out, they be ridin’ so f-ckin’ [?]
thinkin’ of a masterplan, ain’t no time [?]
load up the glock, time for me to stick ’em up
i faked death on the ground, you b-tches don’t make a sound
don’t make a f-ckin’ sound or i’ll empty the sixty-round
these n-ggas they wanna test us thick, like their motherf-ckin’ d-ck
you b-tches are crazy, you think you can hang with this pimp sh-t

[chorus: ?]
hilltop
n-gga where you bound, nig-, nig-, n-gga where you bound?
n-gga where you bound, nig-, nig-, n-gga where you bound?
n-gga where you bound, nig-, nig-, n-gga where you bound?
n-gga where you bound, nig-, nig-, n-gga where you bound?
[verse 5: ?]
[?], comes the n-gga from the mound
little [?] just hit the scene, do all you haters lay it down
blow some [?], [?] smoke that [?] sh-t, [?]
f-ckin’ them sissy b-tches body, leavin’ no evidence [?] remain
keepin’ my [?] as a f-ckin’ surprise
as i [?] mastermind, prepare for the drive-by
vampin’ [?] when i holler, it’s a slaughter for my [?]
too many hoes want test my pimpin’, now it’s time to drop up on
hit me [?], there ain’t no turnin’ back
i’m walkin’ the street with [?] and tryna make a mil’ up off this crack
now it’s time to touch you in [?], it’s in my heart, b-tch
where [?], servin’ n-ggas that wanna drip
grip my glock, stick my clip, put on my mask and watch you slip
be a victim of this homicidal family pistol whip
[?], catch your feelings, suicidal
all you hoes tryin’ keep from the top, but i will hold my title

[verse 6: ?]
i’m chillin’ in [?], where busters [?]
don’t drop any bodies in ditches, leavin’ you b-tches skinny
so [?] swish us up, and roll us some big boy blunts
you b-tches want some of me, so step to the f-ckin’ floor
i’m high as a motherf-cker and i’m walkin’ with hollow tips
so give me my, give me my, [?] f-ck on some
i’ll pop that b-tch anyway, and i hop in the chevrolet
and head back to hilltop, [?] to count all the dividends
[chorus: ?]
n-gga where you bound, nig-, nig-, n-gga where you bound?
n-gga where you bound, nig-, nig-, n-gga where you bound?
n-gga where you bound, nig-, nig-, n-gga where you bound?
n-gga where you bound, nig-, nig-, n-gga where you bound?

[outro: ?]
[?]
n-gga where you bound, nig-, nig-, n-gga where you bound?
n-gga where you bound, nig-, nig-, n-gga where you bound?
n-gga where you bound, nig-, nig-, n-gga where you bound?
n-gga where you bound, nig-, nig-, n-gga where you bound?

- hilltop hustlers tn

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