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letra de piff,kush - hungry-412

(chorus)x2
blaze up the piff,shorty got that kush….
i got that bin laden and that george bush…

(verse-1)-hungry-412

i wish i knew all along u neva wrong when ur money’s right…
and growing up spoiled gone lead to a rotten life…
the streets is a cr-p game,u either buck it or you f-kk it twice…
on the first date,ya girl sukked me and she f-kked me twice…
yeah you f-kked 1 of my b-tches…but not my top hoe…
i stay getting top bro..on the way to the top yo…
f-kk friends but i got love for my haterz tho…
i pick and roll on b-tches..they got no choice to give and go…
so kool i could clap a n-gga and n0body knows…
when that sh-t happened right up under they nose…

(chorus)x2
blaze up the piff,shorty got that kush….
i got that bin laden and that george bush

(verse-2)-hungry-412

i don’t give a f-kk,and i ain’t neva cared…
so you best to pump ya breaks…down shift a couple of gears…
or you could see the nine..see the hands..or see me shine…
n-ggas is nosey like b-tches..they trying to see whats mines…
i feeding ya swag,i’m feeding ya style,i f-kked your baby’s mom
now she bout to have my f-kking child…ain’t that cray…
the only chick you ever loved…
i would be on the other side of the fence..
if i would have wore a rub..but i didn’t
that sh-t was dumb as f-kk…i must admit hungry..
was back up on the bullsh-t…cuz i ain’t give a f-kk…
and i ain’t neva care…u wanted to see a heartless n-gga..
here i go right here…
see we can both do that sh-t..
but that sh-t don’t make no sense,no dollars
just problems,hoe problems,no ballin,just stallin’..
when my chips is down…
i’m going all in…
on everything u love…
till my number called in…

(chorus)x2
blaze up the piff,shorty got that kush….
i got that bin laden and that george bush

(verse-3)-hungry-412

what the f-kk is this…
everybody wanna spit that sh-t…
so yaw mines well p-ss the b-tch..
and let a hungry n-gga hit the sh-t….
even tho i been hit the b-tch…
u and hit l!ck…i hit and quit..u hit and miss…
i must admit..t>b>h….
all yaw n-gga do is hate…
in p>g>h…don’t let a hater…
seal ya fate…steal ya cake…
steal ya plate…ya shorty’s loving me…
she trying to steal my face…
in the end…it’s going lead to a child support case…
i keep it real..i keep it hill..i keep it ville…i keep it westside…
be on the south..and got peeps from the northside
i down to ride..i’m down to try…i’m down to fly..
you only die once…so i’m gone try everything…
a couple of times…i’m trying to shine…
and for real shorty…i don’t got the time…
to wine and dine..i’m getting mines…
out of sight and out of mind…when u see me homie..
just holla..or justin timberlake..”out of time”…

- hungry 412

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