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letra de hayes babies - toohda band$

[intro]
(ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)
(funk or die)

[verse 1: way weezy]
i been focused on a bag, i’m stackin’ hundreds up
you n-ggas talkin’ on the ‘gram, but won’t get up with us
if you think i ain’t cut, then come and test your luck
every time we poppin’ out, you n-ggas duckin’ slugs
everybody tell me rap, my heart ain’t in the music
i be tryna pop a n-gga if he jump stupid
but i’ma leave that in the streets
that n-gga talkin’ mighty tough, but he don’t really want no beef
that n-gga caught a murder case and only did about two weeks
every time you in a jam, you freezin’ up with that gleek
shh, but i ain’t gon’ take it there
gotta watch these snakes, they kinda close and they not playin’ fair
b-tch, i’m from the deuce, blood diamond, pinky in the air
every time they drop an addy, n-ggas not there
all my life, all i seen was them drug dealers
hardbody n-ggas servin’ junkies, blowin’ guns, n-gga

[verse 2: toohda band$]
n-gga, i just poured a four up (i’m leanin’)
what you burnin’ in that ‘wood? what you roll up? (what the f-ck?)
i don’t even want the p-ssy, pick your clothes up
real sem n-gga, but my n-ggas throwin’ fours up (i’m with the guys)
you can’t be up on my street if you froze up
cuz in the benz supercharged doin’ donuts (skrrt)
i’m a boss n-gga, you the type that wanna hold nuts
caught a n-gga lackin’, popped the door, he yellin’, “hold up” (n-gga, what?)
what the f-ck we waitin’ for
fully automatic spin around and nail him to the floor
my n-gga shovelin’ the ground, i said it’s on the floor
these n-ggas still sellin’ grams, these n-ggas really broke
swear to god i blew like forty thousand just on wocky, though (i love it)
i love tris ’cause it’s thick, i want some morton grove
for a hundred thousand, grab the rifle, i’ll whack the pope (that n-gga outta here)
you need to clean your dirty ass, you b-tches need some soap (stupid)
you can’t see it on my hip, i got it in my coat
you wanna hit a n-gga head, just aim it at his throat
n-gga, we ain’t have sh-t, didn’t even have no hope
now i’m ballin’ on these n-ggas, i’ma brag and boast
caught a n-gga lackin’ on a shh, made crash his load (skrrt)
sent a freak b-tch to his addy, that’s a pick and roll
n-ggas talkin’ like they sick, it’s time to wipe his nose
n-gga, you ain’t never whack nothin’, how long you had that pole? (dumb-ass n-gga)
[outro: toohda band$]
real seminary sh-t, n-gga, hayes babies, n-gga
you know what’s goin’ on
f-ck suckers
(ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)

- toohda band

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