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letra de rose gold (feat dread redd) - hookmanjo

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f-ck that s–t boy you green as a solider

(aye)

n—-s always trying to get over

had to man up young n—a getting older

we was really trappin out da yota

now i’m vibed up pouring lean in my soda

we gone do this sh-t for the kulture

we going up

some like trophies

came a long ways from ramen noodles and roaches

brrtt brrtt

that’s a call i can’t miss

junkys at the door tryn get another fix

losing my mind tryn flood out my wrist

fear of god vans in a all black trench

cup full of pain i been feeling like sh-t

i need a mulsane

and a badd badd b—h

whole lotta vybes we just trying to get rich

ima go hard i done been on my d-ck

everywhere i go face gator

baby momma put me on papers

she don’t want to be saved don’t save her

straight up out the mud im a native

if he want smoke smoke i’ll blaze him

put a hole in his head he a bagel

she a 10 ima put it in her navel

b-tch bad she ain’t never been basic

aye,aye

i’m the field foreal

my n-ggas k!ll foreal

i cut that b-tch off

just keep it a buck

you know what you did foreal

i need a bag foreal

we get that cash foreal

im making it flip

i’m doubling up

i’m doubling back foreal

i need a check

i need that ice on my neck

(ice ice)

i’m flippin the switch

it’s some things i will never forget

ducked off wit a b—h

she wiggity wiggity wet

i feel like the s–t

i do this s–t for the set

f-ck that s–t boy you green as a solider

(aye)

n—-s always trying to get over

had to man up young n—a getting older

we was really trappin out da yota

now i’m vibed up pouring lean in my soda

we gone do this sh-t for the kulture

we going up

some like trophies

came a long ways from ramen noodles and roaches

(aye)

young n—a out here putting in work

ima do the whole dash for that mother f—–g cash

young n-gga had to get it out the dirt

i ain’t really give a d-mn had to go and get a bag

young n—a really strapped wit a pole run up n—a dats yo ass

you know a n—a can’t beef about a ho’ can’t trust that b—h just smash

(yaaa yaaa)

get money lil n-gga lay low

these n-ggas be actin the poor

broke n-gga call me amscot give you a loan

f-ck n-gga better watch yo tone

p-ssy n-gga ovulating need to get em a thong

(he a b-tch)

that’s why you all in the phone

if you on some other sh-t better leave me alone

before that khoppa knock the meat of your bones

f-ck that s–t boy you green as a solider

(aye)

n—-s always trying to get over

had to man up young n—a getting older

we was really trappin out da yota

now i’m vibed up pouring lean in my soda

(ac)

we gone do this sh-t for the kulture

we going up

some like trophies

came a long ways from ramen noodles and roaches

brrtt brrtt

that’s a call i can’t miss

junkys at the door tryn get another fix

losing my mind tryn flood out my wrist

fear of god vans in a all black trench

cup full of pain i been feeling like sh-t

i need a mulsane

and a badd badd b—h

whole lotta vybes we just trying to get rich

ima go hard i done been on my d-ck

- hookmanjo

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