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letra de onion - hook

[intro : hook]
gang, baby!
she’s a rapper?
captincrunchpresents
yo, ned can you turn that light down
tell that b-tch “knock it off.”

[verse 1 : hook]
tell yo’ b-tch “knock it off.”
‘fore i f a n-gga, first he gotta top me off
i’ma check a n-gga, tell that n-gga “knock it off.”
he think we a couple, n-gga not at all
b-tch, learn how to ball
nine to 5 check and, you spent it at the mall
i break necks when i walk down the hall
ya’ n-gga talk money, b-tch not at all
i don’t even rap, i don’t know what this called
call your big sister, b-tch i ain’t scared at all
hook on the fader, d-mn this ain’t fair at all
ain’t ya’ baby n-gga
call me baby n-gga
i don’t baby n-ggas
hook a babysitter
this my kid, i ain’t playin’ with ya’
took me on a date, but i ain’t stayin’ with ya’
[chorus : hook]
all my gas smell like a onion
we go round for round like a funyun
i’ma run it up ain’t no question
lil’ b-tch, who is you testin’?

[verse 2 : hook]
huh, testin
h double o is a legend
b-tch, you guessed it
i carry cash, f-ck a debit
n-gga, try to cuff i’ma dead it
getcho’ ass toast, i’ma bread it
take it to the head, we can keg it
can’t be wrong if i said it
lil’ b-tch i said it
left ’em on seen, yeah i read it
smokin’ on this gas need a medic
call me mrs. hook teach a lesson

[chorus : hook]
all my gas smell like a onion
we go round for round like a funyun
i’ma run it up ain’t no question
lil’ b-tch, who is you testin’?
[verse 3 : almighty suspect]
ayy, big sus girl, who i met, and i’m rich
spent ten bands on the fit, see the drip
old b-tch mad, ’cause my new b-tch hit
a n-gga touch me, leave his head in a ditch
f-ck who on it, ’cause i’m really outside
if he slippin’ then the gang gon’ slide
n-ggas hoe’s b-tch yo’ gang gon’ die
n-ggas couldn’t f-ck with me if they tried, on the gang
b-tch, see the neck its a big trophy
outside, on the gang with a big .40
headshot, headshot hit his b-tch homie
stick on me, bet a n-gga won’t touch sh-t on me
they asked “who i is?”, and i told ’em “i’m a god.”
they asked ” who i’m with”, and i said “i’m with the mob.”
i look like i’m rich, you look like you need a job
my chain really hit, yo sh-t lookin’ like a fraud
b-tch, on the gang it’s a lotta that
jugg a n-gga, and he can’t get a dolla’ back
b-tch i’m hot i be hangin’ where the sauna at
rich n-gga, i be hangin’ where the commas at, b-tch

[chorus : hook]
all my gas smell like a onion
we go round for round like a funyun
i’ma run it up ain’t no question
lil’ b-tch, who is you testin’?

- hook

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