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letra de hoods hottest - kdon

[verse 1]
in the t house shottin’ pebs
every little helps like tesco
tryna build bricks like lego
price goin’ up like petrol
made money off this stove
kitchen smells like dettol
if the feds try and blue light, move like sebastien vettal
got slammed cause’ they cctv changed my lyca to ee
f-ck bad gyal like ri-ri
make her buss a dance like kiki
not around, yeah my cats get needy
l!ck steve for 3on3
had my tracks on repеat with no promo for my ep
made money off this lemonadе
still make drinks off of lemon haze
cali weed make you levitate
in these manny streets, tryna get away
the body look sporty
figure 8, she look naughty
tryna get a hole in one rory
stay in the lab like rick and morty
the fiends are dormy
put the white up top like harry kane
brown and white like mj
24/7 just like lma
just sold 2 packs in 24’s, that’s better days
need a mansion with an electric gate
my bandos in a h-ll of a state
this phone line gives a h-ll of a wage
couldn’t give a f-ck what the babylon say
still hit a sale behind the cash and carry
2 white like pete and barry
makin’ money all upon the roads
gotta keep a couple shooters round me
trap house, get it by the stove
she make it clap, got locks like i’m from the raq
i buss a milly rock in the trap
i got money all in my lap
do it n’ dash
before covid i had a mask
mixin’ bobby brown with the bash
like f1 we might crash
commas, commas, all i wanna see is commas
trap house juggin’ on my mothers
we get it from the gutters
the fiends i love em, hustlin’, hustlin’
super bad, mclovin
the feds would love to cuff him
dope boy, i’m dope pushin’
cause’ it’s real life when them bullets fly
another body drop, another mother cry
glidin’ out on the other side
this life ain’t nothin’ to glorify
he got lifed off for a homicide
when he’s in jail, he don’t wanna fight
she can leave a brother mortified
24 is what he’s gotta ride
still swervin’ on the m-way
smokin’ all of that sensei
it don’t give a f-ck what his mum say
only cares what his friend say
aim at him like a camera
youngers ready to pressplay
these brother ain’t really bout it
see through em like a x-ray
in the bando wrappin’ wraps
don’t leave the door unlatched
run it up, run it fast
servin’ foreign cats
shoot like cristiano
we do more than rap
with a bunch of lucky luciano’s
hittin’ trap after trap
all i need is more yay
just suck my d-ck, f-ck the foreplay
i pray that i beat my court case
with these wraps, kickin’ down the doorframe
give a f-ck what the law say
i’m rebellious in this manny town
feds made it but they slow down
but i’m goin’ hard til’ we’re all out
[verse 2]
comin’ up as a little kid
all i wanted was a million pound and that’s real sh-t
my trap house needs to make me a million quid
alleyways, i’m hittin’ kits
hood life, doin’ hood sh-t
where the strally lays, that’s a shh, shh
like rihanna says, that’s a man down
like governor, this a gun town
shots off when we come round
lax, that’s a cali pound
vito’s all in my spliff
n-gga i might smoke a ounce
choppin’ wraps
wraps, that’s a thousand stones
all we know is wap wap wap wap wap wap at your dome
so you know them packs, get it for the low
crack house and 18 ounces
makin’ money proudly
got the drillers round me
and the hood is round me
know the opps dem wanna down me
money moves, got me feelin’ saudi
step out lookin’ day daney
fifty for a track just like aj
said i got a baby face like ray-ray
we ain’t about that lay-lay
whip it out then press play
don’t say a word
yeah we juggin’, hustlin’, hustlin’
goin’ curb to curb
said wow when i seen her curves
67, yeah let’s lurk
got the food, let’s get to work
pray for my brothers in the he-rs-
all gotta go 1 day
doin’ 80’s down the wrong way, on the one-way
shortcuts, f-ck the long way
everyday is a long day
this b-tch, she diggin’ my phone tray
on the motorway with a load of yay
in the crack house with the snowflake
used to stash them o’s bait

- kdon

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