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letra de hood rich - joseph mcfashion

hood rich lyrics
[verse 1: payroll giovanni]
trappin ain’t dead, these n-ggas scared, and i’m fed up
you the type to get caught with that sack, and give your mans up
serve it all, i’m never [?] these n-ggas playing tough
1500 blues on my set [?] truck
[?] i’m tryna get that lamb truck
lamb chops with rice, talking business with the damb plug
she a lay up, and i hit her friend, that’s an m1
shoot a p-ssy n-gga, watch him bleed [?]
i’m living life, no regrets
did some sh-t, made mistakes
i ain’t perfect, but a n-gga eep it real, tell them that
pick them off, mail them back
take his sh-t, sell it back
[?]
[?] living like [?] only thing that held us back
play ball and hit the streets, [?]
n-ggas gon never leave the d, hood rich, they all trap
n-ggas be paying me for verses, i done turned into the bag
word on the street, that boy working with a half
[?] whole different race, it’s 200 on the dash
i can tell from your lifestyle, you [?] with your last
you can tell i’m sippin juice forever, purple on my flag
[?] stuffed with bankrolls, that’s why i got a sag n-gga
why would i be worried bout you lil dirty ass n-ggas?
[?] i’m finally starting to pass
[?] sippin oil [?] crash
[verse 2: babyface ray]
same sh-t that used to move me don’t enthuse me
i keep sh-t tight, and cut off n-ggas moving loosely
ask about my [?], they gon compare it to a movie
full of drugs and uzis, and k!llers that’s always moving
shirt and shoes luie, don’t forget about the [?]
hoes pointing like [?], why he got on so much jewelry?
came from shaving white, never been the hating type
now i front my n-ggas work, and give them the player price
[?] i made them white, if i didn’t, i’m working on it
the worst position you could be in is my opponent
[?] with me, try to make a mill with me
that n-gga don’t know me, he wasn’t in the field with me
or on the block late nights, making deals with me
i ride past some streets, and get the chills really
like damb we did numbers over here
had shootouts over there, and drove coupes while neighbors stared

[verse 3: allstar jr]
[?] f-ck the other half, [?] fell out friends
told the other one about it, then fell out again
your big homie fell off, heard he selling the benz
turned 1 into 2, so them b-tches is twins
first time in ky, did a 50 in [?]
[?] spent a twinky on jeans
first tape i ever dropped, did a [?]
b-tch tryna spend the night, i told that b-tch in her dreams
still got them [?] in the [?]
i ain’t got no special move, i be rain dance
[?] the storm, [?] gucci rain jacket
hit a n-gga in his mellon, make him spell his name backwards
[?] need me to blow
my mind f-cked up bro, [?] show
might not need me a deal, if i’m the king of that blow
i ain’t tryna leave the hood, i [?]

- joseph mcfashion

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