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letra de delly’ - hoodsasuke

intro:
alright, bet
(hey, hey, hey), aye, hey, hey (hey, hey)
what, what, what (bow, bow, bow)

chorus:
guess i put y’all on the map (that’s a fact)
bad b-tch in the telly arch her back and her n-gga was a fedie be like, copy roger that
steady sh-tting on these beats, got a cup full of lax’ (oh my god)

verse 1:
switch the flow- matter fact lift the door’s up, said you curry with the chop’ but my bro dellavedova
big body benz but i whip it like a rover (skrrt, skrrt)
keep my glock on my side f-ck a sofa (duck, duck)
bad b-tch ass fat like a sofa (like a sofa), knocking on my door like she witness jehovah
lucky n-gga likе a four leaf clover
i’m in soho n-gga f-ck dover (f-ck dovеr)
chinatown b-tch i’m trooping for some eat’s
need some diamond’s for my chain not my t–th
hit up morley’s then i’m sipping on some tea
forever balling so i do not need no cleat’s (no, no, no)
forever balling so i think i need some j’s (or some anta’s)
don’t need a thottie get the f-ck up out my way
don’t need a liar get the f-ck up out my face (okay)
grow my green while i’m watching for the snakes (yes)
watch my back even when i lay my head down
hated school but i walked the stage in a gown
said you hit the gym, baby turn around
okay, i can tell it’s working (hey)
she leave cuts on my back i think she a surgeon
how you twenty-five and now you claiming you a virgin
somebody lying
chorus:
guess i put y’all on the map (that’s a fact)
bad b-tch in the telly arch her back and her n-gga was a fedie be like, copy roger that
steady sh-tting on these beats, got a cup full of lax’ (oh my god)

verse 2:
choppa punch like little mac (woo)
foreign imported so i don’t know what’s attached (woo)
spent five hundred for a cat
i don’t even like how that sh-t sounded (run it back, run it back, run it back)
left you n-gga’s in the past (buh-bye)
smoke you n-gga’s then i’ll leave you in a ash tray (hey)
neck, wrist, glisten looking like a ice tray
valentini’s on the face b-tch it’s high frames (gang)
your chain ain’t water b-tch it’s looking like some light rain (gang)
left that shorty cause she giving me a migraine
bro-bro always selling packs he into spice trade (cut it out)
she think i’m stressing i’m just happy that we parted ways (cut it out)
trip

outro:
(hey, hey)
guess, i put y’all on the map, guess, i put y’all on the map
(i’m bout’ to punch you in your face ‘cause like, n-gga)
(drop that sh-t n-gga)

- hoodsasuke

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