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letra de hurricane harvey - team eastside snoop

[verse 1: peezy]
the lil sh-t you do, boy you call that winning?
gave your ho a [?] f-ck, but i don’t call it trickin
n-ggas wearing fake sh-t, like we don’t know the difference
n-ggas tryna come around like we don’t know they snitching
let the foreign run, toss vallay the keys
you look rich on instagram, but you ain’t making cheese
money falling out the ceiling, b-tch it’s raining cheese
fell asleep getting some head, cause i was drinking lean
do a doughnut in the h-llcat, then hit the gass
50 in this luie bag, and i ain’t hit the stash
never learned how to flip, but i can flip a bag
roli hanging out the window, making n-ggas mad
yeah you was thе sh-t when you was in your prime
till we hit thе club, and seat you in the line
red bottoms on my feet, ain’t have to stand in line
my n-gga dealing with [?] did a dime

[chorus: peezy]
20 bands on me, boy don’t get me started
cause i flood this b-tch ike hurricane harvy
left the foreign running, told vallay to park it
we finna flood this b-tch like hurricane harvy
told the plug bring it, i don’t want no [?]
and we gon flood the streets like hurricane harvy
pointers in the bezzle, man that sh-t’s enormous
imma finna flood the band like hurricane harvy
[verse 2: team eastside snoop]
blew the whole watch, n-gga f-ck a bezzle
blew some bands on my b-tch, cause she so special
f-ck your baby daddy, i’m on another level
[?] t with the monkey, burrberry sweater
burrgandy h-llcat, with the [?]
f-ck a n-gga baby mama, cause i’m bagged up
f-ck a bich and her sister, that’s a [?]
i blow all this sh-t, cause i’m fed up
brand new roli, with the car too
red new gucci t with the scarf too
n-gga i love this sh-t to death, i gave my heart to it
i f-ck your main b-tch, and leave you scarred stupid

[verse 3: 42 dugg]
finna flood this b-tch
[?] thug and get rich
40 pointers in the wrist
we the only n-ggas with paper
[?] for my b-tch
ain’t it crazy that chain got him hating
your name on the statement
like i ain’t made the papers
my name got her f-cking
[?] getting money
you n-ggas fronting
keep that sh-t a hundred
i heard you doing sh-t for nothing
i do this for my brother
f-ck a dub [?]
and if a n-gga playing, f-ck the [?] for him
[chorus: peezy]
20 bands on me, boy don’t get me started
cause i flood this b-tch ike hurricane harvy
left the foreign running, told vallay to park it
we finna flood this b-tch like hurricane harvy
told the plug bring it, i don’t want no [?]
and we gon flood the streets like hurricane harvy
pointers in the bezzle, man that sh-t’s enormous
imma finna flood the band like hurricane harvy

- team eastside snoop

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