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letra de shottas - hoodbaby peppa

[intro]
yeah, on god
on god
on god

[chorus]
bro told me stay out the streets cause i murder beats
she wanna f-ck know she heard of me
i’m sorry mom but i look up to shottas
in the courts we pick and roll
bet we get up close
and she off a molly she f-ckin’ my mans
please don’t call my phone, get me at the tone
you know i can’t lack cause i’m name brand
pull up i’m sprayin, you ain’t even going home
on god
i ain’t cappin i really f-ck moms
put your kids to sleep and let me beat it up
i’m getting tired come and eat me up
and i just want the had cause she plastic
and she do gymnastics
s-x be fantastic
i like how she arching she throwing it back

[verse]
on me
real bod breed zombie
y pree
look at my chain bullets hit your body
bro got a uzi slide like we toosi
and we shoot a movie we do it smoothly
switching whips and let’s get em
f-ckin a bad b-tch she squirt on my denim
hit her with my chains on you hear the clink
f-ck in the audi, f-ck in the benz
we met in the party, first met her friend
you know i just spit real facts
i don’t cap in my rap little boy you pretend
bullets hit up his back got me sinnin again
aim so immaculate, that’s a fact again
tweak on the net he ain’t outside so they packed his friend
gangsta in my blood on god
[chorus]
bro told me stay out the streets cause i murder beats
she wanna f-ck know she heard of me
i’m sorry mom but i look up to shottas
in the courts we pick and roll
bet we get up close
and she off a molly she f-ckin’ my mans
please don’t call my phone, get me at the tone
you know i can’t lack cause i’m name brand
pull up i’m sprayin, you ain’t even going home
on god
i ain’t cappin i really f-ck moms
put your kids to sleep and let me beat it up
i’m getting tired come and eat me up
and i just want the had cause she plastic
and she do gymnastics
s-x be fantastic
i like how she arching she throwing it back

[verse]
i like how she arching she throwing it back
i wanna f-ck with no strings attached
she get nasty
naughty lil freak she gon f-ck on my bro’s
my name on her nails just to show her friends
know you chasing clout again
think we better off as friends, on god
i’m in my bag, i know they sad
and we ain’t gon circle at night
daytime we know they all outside
homie ain’t run he thought he was luke cage
gun play, all day
wish i could go back to my ball days
[chorus]
bro told me stay out the streets cause i murder beats
she wanna f-ck know she heard of me
i’m sorry mom but i look up to shottas
in the courts we pick and roll
bet we get up close
and she off a molly she f-ckin’ my mans
please don’t call my phone, get me at the tone
you know i can’t lack cause i’m name brand
pull up i’m sprayin, you ain’t even going home
on god
i ain’t cappin i really f-ck moms
put your kids to sleep and let me beat it up
i’m getting tired come and eat me up
and i just want the had cause she plastic
and she do gymnastics
s-x be fantastic
i like how she arching she throwing it back

- hoodbaby peppa

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