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letra de hooray - otm

[intro: duffy]
(foreign, you made this beat slap)
we know the truth
(you can’t be for it all)
b-tch

[verse 1: duffy]
n-gga, i ain’t with the bullsh-t
n-gga think he him, we’ll empty full clips
nice opps all up in my dm, who is this?
we do what we wanna do, we don’t follow rules, b-tch
other than the bag, what we talkin’ ’bout?
feet narrow, b-tch, we in the lobby with them sticks out, n-gga
tough talkin’, that’ll get you walked down, sh-t
we’ll holler, “man down” while the kids out, ugh
see that n-gga block? yeah, it’s chalked out
“d-mn, duffy, what’s wrong with you? n-gga, calm down”
f-ck that, i’m f-ckin’ over any n-gga make a sound
get dough, watch the flu flammers kick a door down
n-ggas clowns, long live my sensei
pour that drank up, whack an opp, it’s time to celebrate
nighttime, chain breakdancin’ while i switch lanes
bustdown, all vvs, no 10k
n-ggas nerds, i ain’t into typin’ essays
knock a n-gga head off, hip hip hooray
moonwalkin’ through a n-gga hood, i’m like mj
smooth criminal, i get paper in a few ways
bop-bop, got away, that’s a cold case
it’s an awful lot of opp pack in my ashtray
too exclusive, we don’t go if i don’t get paid
i don’t really race, but i’ll hawk a n-gga broad day
[verse 2: blue pesos]
it’s ten on my head, tell them n-ggas, “drop a location”
hollow tip in the chamber and this glock, it don’t got safety
big bag, i walked in with a stick inside boa
i just threw a festival, this chop yellin’, “hooray” (sh-t)
bump and grind with susie, bae, i need a new chain
n-ggas broke and d-ck ridin’, it don’t make sense
he’s a store runner, bet we still teach him gymnastic flips
you a rapper, why the f-ck is you packin’ that?
talibans and big k’s, we ain’t pakistan
n-ggas hatin’ on they friends, i can’t stand with that
what the f-ck did bro say? make him take it back
i don’t know why they did that, ’cause i was the favorite one
got it off the mussle, n-ggas heavy on the hater raid
opp pack, chiefin’ in the ‘wood, time to wake and bake
big mouth n-gga k-poppin’ and i slayed him
had to pop him in his lips, that’s for speakin’ on the greatest, ugh

- otm

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