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letra de hot boy - tyte

[intro]
(you wanna play hide ‘n seek?)
[?]

[verse 1]
i’m in the streets, right now i’m in the stolo (i’m in the stolo)
four glocks in the back, i feel like rambo (i feel like rambo)
ran away, i was fifteen, want a kaleidoscope (come on)
i see a p-ssy from a distance, i’ma wipe his nose (on the flo’)
he say he a k!ller, i can’t believe that (can’t believe that)
caught the baby boy lackin’, where his heat at? (where yo’ heat at?)
you can catch me out trappin’ with some p-ssy (with some p-ssy)
bad vanilla b-tch i’m tryna eat the cookie (come on)
had no [?] strap on my glock, what he lookin’ for? (what he lookin’ for?)
i’m tryna tear the p-ssy n-gga that say what he want (come on)
n-ggas try to keep up, my bag too long
only time you hear a n-gga when his bag gone
[?]
n-ggas say they spat me on the last song (last song)
so when i catch ’em i’ma slap ’em if he laugh wrong (if he laugh wrong)
i had to pull up on the curb, me and three shooters (skrt)
i’m talkin’ me, my baby k, and his baby ruger (come here, come here)
a loose cannon in the street, don’t let the smile fool you (smile fool you)
i’m super bad, don’t make me take the ruger out the cooler (hahaha)
i know a p-ssy, i could smell it from a mile away (a mile away)
only time he talk that street sh-t is in broad day (in broad day)
but what he don’t know, i lay in bushes in broad day (in broad day)
and i sweep a p-ssy n-gga with this baby k (come on, come on)
i’m in the middle of the street, tryna make a play (make a play)
i’m tryna see these p-ssy n-ggas, wanna make a shape (make a shape)
and you can tell how i walk that i got plenty cake
i put a bag on his head, he’ll be gone today (gone today)
if you a p-ssy, might you wanna stay up out the way (out the way)
a real n-gga [?] play them type of games (type of games)
’cause that’s a quick way a p-ssy get his head banged (come here)
i know my og proud, i stayed up in my lane (in my lane)
i know my og proud, i stayed up in the game (okay)
and when i got jailed, p-ssy, i ain’t screamed a name (come on)
a real thoroughbred n-gga, i tell it how it is (how it is)
and all these p-ssy ass n-ggas don’t live this sh-t for real (come here, come here)
i got my bag right, my n-ggas thought i signed a deal (come here, come here)
only time these n-ggas k!lled if they take a pill (come on)
[outro]
i’m a street n-gga for real (come on)
i’m a street n-gga for real (come on)

- tyte

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