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letra de hoodrat - togre

[intro]
yeah
yeah
this that junt to bump in ya lowrider
that impala sh-t
aight, so yeah, mane, check it out like this
i gotta drop a song talkin’ ’bout this
yeah
so i’m finna talk about
’bout some hoodrats, mane
you feel me?
yeah
[verse 1]
been writin’ for a year now, i’m up, i’m back, and ‘izz’out
thinkin’ of a hook, i got my d-ck up in her m’izz’outh
i’m on the stage, and bumpin’ me and my g’s real loud
they all like the sound, smokin’ on them pounds
but let me take y’all back to a day i went to the fl!ck
i had me two tickets, and all i needed was a trick
got me some mega bucks from makin’ up a stang
from the glock in my drawers, lettin’ him hang
it’s late at night, 12 o’clock, it be lookin’ dark
on the streets, i see this ho, tryin’ to f-ck with this mark
so, then i pull up, talk, and i steal the b-tch
and i knew that he would let me, i would leave him in a ditch
hop in my car, she shakin’ like a snitch
i just scope her out, and wonder if the b-tch can make us rich
b-tch was on some sh-t, i could already tell
but the fl!ck was started soon, so i guess it’s oh well

[hook]
never get yo’ ass with a sk-nk ass hood rat
you could get blast, and left for the past
they could run you for all yo’ cash
all that just for yo’ ass to smash
never get yo’ ass with a sk-nk ass hood rat
you could get blast, and left for the past
they could run you for all yo’ cash
all that just for yo’ ass to smash
never get yo’ ass with a sk-nk ass hood rat
you could get blast, and left for the past
they could run you for all yo’ cash
all that just for yo’ ass to smash
never get yo’ ass with a sk-nk ass hood rat
you could get blast, and left for the past
they could run you for all yo’ cash
all that just for yo’ ass to smash
[verse 2]
i tell this ho that we was goin’ to the movies
and i got tickets, so it’s all good and groovy
she be like okayin’, like she already knew me
drive through mickey d’s for a mothaf-ckin’ smoothie
we arrive at the theater at 30
then we get our seats, and b-tch was tryin’ flirty
grabbin’ on my jeans, she was down to get dirty
i say “trick, get off!”, had the togre actin’ nerdy
i’m sorry b-tch, i came here to watch my show
ain’t no way i get distracted by no mothaf-ckin’ ho
so she mad, sit back, and then she fall asleep
when the movie got done, she woke up like a creep
we got to my jeep, and b-tch was askin’ for some shots
i look over at her, then i see this mothaf-ckin’ dot
it was from outside, i was just caught slippin’
pull my stang glock out, my bullets get to blood drippin’

- togre

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