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letra de renegade - hotboy wes

[intro: hotboy wes]
9th street
uh, uh

[chorus: hotboy wes]
on with the prison, left us in the trenches, i told the lieutenant i’m first come in
i was locked up, they ain’t shoot me a buck, when a opp said, “it’s up”, i was first to spin
said i was p-ssy when i was in booking, she throwin’ that p-ssy like first to ten
f-ck the police, off the top, i’ma flee, this a srt that i’m swervin’ in (skrrt)
juggin’ in back of them ‘partments, them n-ggas be robbin sh-t up in the front
uncle the smoker, but he still the solider, he break down the glock, put the heart in the blunt (ah)
i’ma scoot up on your car, i’ma dunk (bah-bah)
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, i’ma fall off the trunk
the bigger the opp, then the bigger my gun
still in the hood catchin’ juggs in my slums
[verse 1: hotboy wes]
how the f-ck he signed a record deal he still be robbin’ n-ggas?
everywhere that lil hotboy go, you know i got that carbon with me (bah-bah, bah)
jumped up out the porch, i ain’t have no og or no father figure (ain’t have a father)
i been sippin’ raw, sippin’ raw lemonade (scroll)
back door joe, slime ball renegade (i’m full)
if a n-gga say i crossed him out, he tried to cross me (cross me)
i was sellin’ dope in front the store in the tall tee
they say they gon’ all me, but i be where they all be
where they all at? where they all at? (man, i don’t know, man)
let a motherf-ckin’ dog preach (say man)
huh, let a motherf-ckin’ dog preach (f-ck)
for real

[chorus: hotboy wes & finesse2tymes]
on with the prison, left us in the trenches, i told the lieutenant i’m first come in (first come in)
i was locked up, they ain’t shoot me a buck, when a opp said, “it’s up”, i was first to spin (i was first to spin)
said i was p-ssy when i was in booking, she throwin’ that p-ssy like first to ten (she throwin’ it like first to ten)
f-ck the police, off the top, i’ma flee, this a srt that i’m swervin’ in (skrrt-skrrt)
juggin’ in back of them ‘partments, them n-ggas be robbin sh-t up in the front (they be robbin’ sh-t up)
uncle the smoker, but he still the solider, he break down the glock, put the heart in the blunt (look out)
i’ma scoot up on your car, i’ma dunk
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, i’ma fall off the trunk (trunk)
the bigger the opp, then the bigger my gun
still in the hood catchin’ juggs in my slums (free street, finesse, name one of ’em)
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[verse 2: finesse2tymes]
left the hood, stole (stole) and bought four ounces, and a jungle juice (four)
if i see you out (out) and i don’t speak, then i don’t f-ck with you (nope)
switches on my gleef, for all the silencers (brrt)
he ain’t mob ties, if that n-gga ain’t got ties with me (made me mad)
kickin’ p with west, we in the trenches, tryna knock a ho (knock a ho)
forty-five a pound, he wanted ten, i charged him forty-four (forty-four)
don’t give a f-ck (f-ck), braggin’ ’bout your hitter, heard they hit him up (they hit him up)
quit playin’ tuff, we know that sh-t cap, so we don’t give a f-ck (give a f-ck)
just ’cause you sent the hit, don’t mean you gangster, let me clear the word (clear the word)
if i wanna hear a rapper cap, then i be a engineer (engineer)
cut it off, two hundred pounds of za, i served ’em in the low (the low)
i’m in the eight, they love me from the fifth, i’m always to the north (the north)

[chorus: hotboy wes]
on with the prison, left us in the trenches, i told the lieutenant i’m first come in (first come in)
i was locked up, they ain’t shoot me a buck, when a opp said, “it’s up”, i was first to spin (i was first to spin)
said i was p-ssy when i was in booking, she throwin’ that p-ssy like first to ten (she throwin’ it like first to ten)
f-ck the police, off the top, i’ma flee, this a srt that i’m swervin’ in (skrrt-skrrt)
juggin’ in back of them ‘partments, them n-ggas be robbin sh-t up in the front (they be robbin’ sh-t up)
uncle the smoker, but he still the solider, he break down the glock, put the heart in the blunt (look out)
i’ma scoot up on your car, i’ma dunk
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, i’ma fall off the trunk (trunk)
the bigger the opp, then the bigger my gun
still in the hood catchin’ juggs in my slums (free street)
[outro: hotboy wes]
i been sippin’ raw, sippin’ raw lemonade (scroll)
back door joe, slime ball renegade
haha, b-tch ass n-gga
that sh-t took

- hotboy wes

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