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letra de ​hoodie (snortlines) - ​tana

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[chorus]
yeah, up my hustle a bit, i gotta up my grind
i ain’t gotta prove myself, i just gotta prove i still got time
i just gotta prove to mama and pops, we gon’ be fine
hop in that five seat bimmer whip, we make them seats recline
these n-ggas wack, these n-ggas lame and they tryna steal the shine
this ain’t even start, n-ggas don’t know, i ain’t even reached my prime
i go up and count my cheese, my cheddar, ain’t worried ’bout mine
i roll up exotic weed, this pressure, my ho snort lines

[verse 1]
paper bags, poppin’ tags, [?] we got exotic strain
i’m up and off the game, choppers out, we let ’em sing
[chorus]
yeah, up my hustle a bit, i gotta up my grind
i ain’t gotta prove myself, i just gotta prove i still got time
i just gotta prove to mama and pops, we gon’ be fine
hop in that five seat bimmer whip, we make them seats recline
these n-ggas wack, these n-ggas lame and they tryna steal the shine
this ain’t even start, n-ggas don’t know, i ain’t even reached my prime
i go up and count my cheese, my cheddar, ain’t worried ’bout mine
i roll up exotic weed, this pressure, my ho snort lines

[verse 2]
i know god on my side, glock right on my hip
cheese inside of my right, bl!ck inside my hip
don’t leave your b-tch around my bros
’cause she will for sure get flipped
[?]on the table and split that ho with my b-tch
order a new pair of new rick’s, bad ho, she wan’ take a pic’
fly ’em out, i’m tired of this sh-t, bae gon’ drive by in the whip
gone off the pressure, he’s straight, told her, “we gon’ be okay”
i roll a backwood, uh, i roll a back’ with eighth

[chorus]
up my hustle a bit, i gotta up my grind
i ain’t gotta prove myself, i just gotta prove i still got time
i just gotta prove to mama and pops, we gon’ be fine
hop in that five seat bimmer whip, we make them seats recline
these n-ggas wack, these n-ggas lame and they tryna steal the shine
this ain’t even start, n-ggas don’t know, i ain’t even reached my prime
i go up and count my cheese, my cheddar, ain’t worried ’bout mine
i roll up exotic weed, this pressure, my ho snort lines
[outro]
snort lines
snort lines
lines, lines, lines

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