letra de follow me - hoodbaby peppa
[intro]
(realrichmoney chasin’ that bag, n-gga)
ok, ok, ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok
(we goin’ [?])
[chorus: hoodbaby peppa]
i’m tryna kick the cup away, i get lost in my feelings
thinkin’ ’bout all my n-ggas that’s dead and locked in prison
mom thought we would listen but bodies dropped in the section
pops told him go learn a trade, he went and slide with smith an’
no, i ain’t heaven sent, put bl!cks in plenty hands
holla at my migo for the t–th, it felt like plenty [?]
we slidin’, hittin’ up the t, we doin’ hand to hands
i put my trust in g-o-d and plus my brother dem
[verse 1: hoodbaby peppa]
keep tryna play me but you can’t, baby girl, you ain’t no saint
i’ll buy purses for you babe, in return just want some face
brought my ricky’s, they’re lil’ muddy, i’ve been stompin’ up the place
pop a perc, we f-ck all night, i told her “turn the other way”
i don’t know where we goin’ but i’m goin’ with my pole
i don’t know where we goin’ but i’m goin’
hop out broad day with my gg, this sh-t 3d, let it blow
bro said 3k for a gg, probably spent that on a ho
[chorus: hoodbaby peppa]
i’m tryna kick the cup away, i get lost in my feelings
thinkin’ ’bout all my n-ggas that’s dead and locked in prison
mom thought we would listen but bodies dropped in the section
pops told him go learn a trade, he went and slide with smith an’
no, i ain’t heaven sent, put bl!cks in plenty hands
holla at my migo for the t–th, it felt like plenty [?]
we slidin’, hittin’ up the t, we doin’ hand to hands
i put my trust in g-o-d and plus my brother dem
[verse 2: hoodbaby rahrah]
down to slide, put in time, put in work, i’ma shine
bag chaser, n-gga, let’s get to the money, i do sh-t all the time
we pull out, designer cars, push to start, this ain’t no speed racer
and i’m a fly-ass taker, my fine sh-t ain’t basic
i’m a star, uh-huh, hop out, fire, uh-huh
ain’t no internet bangin’, i pop stuff
since a youngin’ i’ve been on the roster
ain’t no benches, [?], we play ball with extensions
they say “rah, you don’t listen”, b-tch, i grew up in the trenches
[chorus: hoodbaby peppa]
i’m tryna kick the cup away, i get lost in my feelings
thinkin’ ’bout all my n-ggas that’s dead and locked in prison
mom thought we would listen but bodies dropped in the section
pops told him go learn a trade, he went and slide with smith an’
no, i ain’t heaven sent, put bl!cks in plenty hands
holla at my migo for the t–th, it felt like plenty [?]
we slidin’, hittin’ up the t, we doin’ hand to hands
i put my trust in g-o-d and plus my brother dem
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