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letra de greazyfreestyle - hoodsasuke

intro:
hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
hey-hey, hey, hey (hey-hey, hey, hey)

verse:
making tracks at 3, baddie got balenci on her body, but she on her knees
bro-bro super token while we counting up this chuck e. cheese
fetti, fetti n-gga can’t trust n-ggas like we play dеceit (uh, uh)
thumbin’ through these rubbеr b’s, all black mini bucket seats
flying out the country straight to europe, b-tch i’m touring greece
wok up in my hand f-ck a fire, b-tch i’m toting grease (boom!)
we not together she know better if she make me leave (woo)
walking through like “check please”, f-ck the system free og
still got beretta tote loretta, wit’ a f-cking beam (beam)
the way i slide these tracks, bro-bro trust i’m mr. clean
two glock’s mr. bean, all black mini bucket seats (all black mini bucket)

bridge:
huh, huh, huh (oh, oh, ho)
huh, huh, huh (oh, ho, oh)
huh, huh, huh (oh, ho, ho)
huh, huh, huh (oh, ho, ho)

verse 2:
b-tch i run this ho (oh), ran down b-tch i kick that door (kick that door)
how did shortie claim she wifey, when she barely bro? (what?)
love my shorties with some culture, i can’t do no snow (facts)
man i love when she got morals i can’t do no d-mn, d-mn (thottie!)
bi-bi-b-tch i think i’m back (gang)
need a lfa tuned, might cut off the traction
left me for my f-cking mans, still get no reaction (woo)
drop them both off, bruce sh-t, satisfaction
i’m in my duffel bag, 11k in it too kyrie duffel bag (uncle drew)
ex b-tch wanna run it back, because her man a-
because her man a niña, bro-bro serving cocaína (hee!)
trapping off a beeper, heard your wifey is an eater (what?)
i need no chorus, need no pause, b-tch i need no breathers
you sold your soul, my tracks better and i worship jesus (on god)
keep a bag by my side like i’m selling cheez-it’s (sellin’)
verse 3:
now it’s 3:51
mama got me out the hood, but i might cop a gun
if i peep you tryna line me, b-tch you really done
claimin’ he a opp (what?), he move like a son, n-gga you my son (like n-gga you my kid)
sh-t and my wrist shine like the sun, got your shortie one on one
she one and done, feel like x b-tch i love it when they run (love it when they what)
extendo clip look stupid, stretch out like some gum (stretch out like some gum)
i think my stick do voodoo, like a homeless bum (doing voodoo)
all your producers doo-doo, but they making drums (why they making drums)
i need to get my weight up, so i’m drinking rum (so i’m drinking rum)

outro:
huh, huh, huh (woah, woah, woah)
huh, huh, huh (woah, woah, woah)
huh, huh, huh (woah, woah, woah)
huh, huh, huh (i need to get my weight up so i’m drinking rum)
huh, huh, huh (woah, woah, woah)
huh, huh, huh (woah, woah, woah)
huh, huh, huh (woah, woah, woah)
huh, huh, huh (i need to get my weight up so i’m drinking rum)
huh?

- hoodsasuke

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