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letra de cunning - hoodzilla

[intro]
ok
sh-t
aight, aight, aight
ain’t give a f-ck

[chorus]
smoking and cook speed, he just ride el-camino
running all type sh-t, felt like he a corleone
gunning guile opps sh-t, sense the popo’s pullin’ up
feeling guilt tripped? he just f-cking cunning (yuh)
ay, b’s coming hot, gunning y’all with the diss on the spot
he’s talking a lot, snitch on his self whilst he smoking the pot
jeez, the f-ck you talking about?
red handed, he’s got you caught
tryna dash to the next spot but
you roll with a f-cking loud
b-tch

[verse]
ay, got me f-cked up
something telling me what they got about me
ay, you f-cking fraud
really putting all the caps to get back at me
ay, you just lucked out
rolling in it with a corrupted young fiends
ay, you be f-ckеd up
tryna believe in what hе
got you addicted, your mind’s twisted
tryna depicted what you got on me
b-tch i’m exhausted, my mind’s drifted
tryna f-cking claimed all the racks on me
i just do feel like it (huh)
venting ’bout what p-ss me (huh)
while i’ve been drinking it (huh)
absinthe (huh)
aggressive and abusive kinda do well for me
so i’ve been a f-cking angry, huh
inner shady coming, huh
everybody’s getting a disses in a silver platter, huh
i just imitatin’ oprah giving everybody mockery and faking the charity
i don’t need a f-cking sympathy
depression is regularity
confession of an autocracy
the session of bipolarity
season of violent tendency
progression (the f-ck is wrong with me?)
i don’t know what the f-ck
is going on with this sh-t
ain’t playing with this sh-t
lemme tell you this sh-t
he’s a
f-cking
cunning
cunning
cunning
cunning (uh)
[chorus]
smoking and cook speed, he just ride el-camino
running all type sh-t, felt like he a corleone
gunning guile opps sh-t, sense the popo’s pullin’ up
feeling guilt tripped? he just f-cking cunning (yuh)
ay, b’s coming hot, gunning y’all with the diss on the spot
he’s talking a lot, snitch on his self whilst he smoking the pot
jeez, the f-ck you talking about?
red handed, he’s got you caught
tryna dash to the next spot but
you roll with a f-cking loud
b-tch

[outro]
(ay, what!?) he’s a f-cking loud b-tch
(ay, what!?) she’s a f-cking loud b-tch
(ay, what!?) they a f-cking loud b-tch
(cunning, cunning, cunning) hoe!
he’s a f-cking loud b-tch
(shut the f-ck up man, ain’t playing with this sh-t)

- hoodzilla

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