
letra de #ihatethots - hoodsasuke
[verse: hoodsasuke]
i’m back in my bag
don’t got knocks got dag’s (don’t got knocks got dag’s)
it’s a trag’
that you f-cking on these n-ggas while they wack
shoutout my cuz, that’s my brodie-bro
he turn you to a pack (he turn you to a pack)
think he been all in the range, ‘cause now he’s quicker to attack
b-tch i been all in the lab, ‘cause now i’m quicker with my raps
cheddar, chicken, in my pocket
need some lettuce for this wrap
give a f-ck ‘bout a b-tch, ‘cause i ain’t falling for no trap
and you n-ggas got no drip while there’s some dutchie on my hat
(what the f-ck is you wearing?)
spill-spill some dutchie on my raf
and this n-gga talking crazy while his b-tch is in my lap
if i’m flying out to england
then i’m sneaking in a wap
are you sure that that’s your wifey, ‘cause i heard her booty clap
arе you sure that you got motion?
heard you sneaking in thе vip
do a drill all by myself and i ain’t blacking out the whip (hey, hey)
i think trip is re-evolving, better go and watch you film (that’s on bro)
i feel fantastic, i keep human torch on the hip
human torch in the mag, while i dump out the clip
get you k!lled for an eighth, or a ounce, or a zip
i’m that n-gga that always gon’ spazz off the rip, and i’m f-cking a milf she the big three zilch
hundred’-hundred’ my chamber i’m ‘ooting like wilt
in my cup it’s not lean it’s some wine i can’t spill
said that you stressed so of course you pop pills
it’s two-twenty trip and the niel that can’t kneel
oh my gosh (phew)
[verse: whybg]
triple seven, triple two we counting great figures
man i swear my choppa racist, think it hate n-gga’s
man these n-gga’s swagger jacking, i swear they ain’t original (come on)
(come on) i swapped her and her sister out, i did them both individual (what, what)
lemme flex up, lemme call up my brodie
pour up with my wodie he shot at the neck, f-ck your vest up
smoking dope, know i’m stoning, give 24 shots like kobe, they can’t even check us
i know you don’t even know me, but i know your ho
yeah she going, genesiis we next up
(yeah, oh my god)
just like that, make it clap
shawty pulled up on me and i pulled on her
i had told her throw that ass back
you know i stay flee and i think that’s why she like
she really on my sack
want a feat, cost a fee, p-ssy boy you better pay me
if you want your track
attack (yeah, yeah)
(come on, come on, bg)
(phew, yeah)
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