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letra de westwood crib session - m huncho

[first instrumental]

put on the timer
let it dry
ammo got me higher
yeah i’m fried
people like this budda on, is just a side huncho
bonafide hustler, i do or die yeah
i used to sit in the flats thinking of ways to make pennies to racks
they see me and start getting spaz attacks
you don’t even need to run it back
i made it all back anyway
in debt to the plug i’m stuck in the mud
i sat on a stack anyway
they tell me i’m fiction i’m smoking addicted
i speak about facts everyday
it’s back to the packs anyway
sack in the rucksack heavy weight
benching a lot heavy plates
dodging these pigs everyday
eating home cooked ready made
i be the hot sauce
all of these bruddas are periperi
these hoes they showing they body to me like we don’t know that she is a hoadie
i’m flipping the sh-t and she’s showing her t-ts
she will never hold it for me
i make these speakerz knock
making these bands on my lonely
and i do it on my ones
this b-tch will never do it for me
these n-gg-s are b-tching they talking the most your b-tch f-cking you with a strap on
my word is my word
your word ain’t sh-t and that is the thing you go back on
let me get my pack on
tryna aim for a mortgage
i ain’t tryna be so hands on
girl i’m moving so whorish
she’s in lingerie i make her dance for me
latex when i bag homie
big buds and they not homie
hi-def coming like sony
real g by my side tony
aim it at your arm stoney
h-lla losses tracking back homie
gladly racing through the track homie
i’m in a crib session with westwood with a pack on me
i ain’t solo i got my dogs with me
i ain’t solo i got my dogs with me

[second instrumental]
rolling with my j no hus
rolling with my j no hus
rolling with my j no hus
rolling with my j no hus
m got the [?] no fuss
hunch got the [?] it’s tucked
hustling from time i used to jump on the number 6 bus
now it’s back to the roads where i been grafting
pet-te brown ting now i’m pimp walking
seen her at the rave yeah she’s been watching
four man try the ting but shes dun talking
so i pull up
this is life from the gutter
knife with no b-tter
poking, it’s proper
see the big boy and little boy want stutter
see the big boy and little boy want stutter enough
enuff, i ain’t got time to waste
persian rugs in my place yeah
i pree opp boys i got a dossier
from the youngins straight up to the bosses
elevation
elevation
this year’s about elevation
doobie in my mouth i got a revelation
went down the wrong path made some mistakes yeah
sit up seven days, couple p-ss takes yeah
baby leave these nerds you need a risk taker you need a risk taker we need to get paper
god d-mn we need to get paper

[third instrumental]
let me tell you about some times when i never had a dime
let me tell you about some times i used to sit and waste my time
now i really want money
thots, thots lining up just to hug me
b-tch n-gg-s owe me some money
isn’t that funny
huncho i was doing 24s in the streets
same faces everyday, dejavu every week
took so many l’s man i been on a streak
and watch out for fake love cause that sh-t is so deep
and i’m sitting in the tr smoking z to the face
and i’m grinding on my ones cause n-body relates
pick her up in the whip [?]
drop her to the bus stop i can’t take her for dates
and they do it for the socials man yeah i don’t give a f-ck
and i do it for my family i be breaking it up
and i had no sleep for a while
sell the bud run it up
and i’m loving this cake
i be breaking it up
put a stop on the time
i be breaking it up
and i’m sipping the tea
while i’m feeling her cups
i need me a certy b-tch that can give me some pups
i don’t need me a psycho ting that will put me in cuffs
and i learnt me some lessons
get the dope out the kitchen
and i still pray to god
i still pray for forgiveness
i might be on the wrong
i still got my religion
i make her take off with the pack
i put these hoes on a missions
yeah the keys in ignition
speeding straight to the riches
from corner stores to foreign hoes f-ck a slice i need a domino’s
and i line ’em up like domino’s then disappear like vamonos
still kick back with a pot noodle
big dog yeah yeah to these dog poodles
so f-ck it i’m out
f-ck it i’m out
93 i said let me come out
93 i came out
and my momma was proud
yeah and my mother was proud

- m huncho

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