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letra de homie hoppaz - underground unleashed

[verse 1: frozolid]
man, it feels like every other chick i came in contact with like my homies
now that a kid got a little bit of success all the b-tches wanna do is blow me
met me ‘fore i ever had a show piece, huffing on pot, my friends but mostly by my lonely
had some crazy thoughts, b-tch is bad as sh-t, but now i’ve grown to see (to see)
e-e-e-e-evil, not only humanity deep in the hole, the world my g
are you mad at me? are you glad to be a part of the group the homie hoppaz?
it seems like you asked to be you nasty freak
with crew stains all up on your ass cheek
roll around town to get your ass beat
probably a few of my homies hit in the past week

[chorus: frozolid]
she’s lurking, she’s searching, looking really thirsty
she’s lurking, she’s searching, looking really thirsty
she’s lurking, she’s searching, looking really thirsty
looking for the rock to ride along, saying “please don’t hurt me”
she’s lurking, she’s searching, looking really thirsty
she’s lurking, she’s searching, looking really thirsty
she’s lurking, she’s searching, looking really thirsty
looking for the rock to ride along, saying “please don’t hurt me”

[verse 2: frozolid]
i really don’t know what to do anymore
that chick got me chilling with her wazoo
has goo from banging around like a chore, round like a chore
i’m not a pyru but i can tell you i h-lla like it when these b-tches bleed blood
no time to move when a female has you stuck and needs you to seize love like a trick (trick)
don’t feel the same way, she’d rather roll in town and get beat up
by one of the homies the same day that y’all just planned to meet up
stupid señorita, feeble supply
you’re high with the mean cannabis sativa
better give me brain before i take it cuz the bud that you’re puffing ain’t free green stuff (green stuff)
now when i wake up on the morning, got my d-ckey’s on the dope, xl shirt to match (shirt to match)
these b-tches fiending for the weener like a coke-head needing ciggies or coke for the nicotine patch
but they’re catching b-lls like an nfl quarterback
leave these dudes rolling up and another quarter bag
i can leave you my number with you hopping me, grinding
i can guarantee that you can never get a hold of that (get a hold of that)
[chorus: frozolid]
she’s lurking, she’s searching, looking really thirsty
she’s lurking, she’s searching, looking really thirsty
she’s lurking, she’s searching, looking really thirsty
looking for the rock to ride along, saying “please don’t hurt me”

[verse 3: frozolid]
she’s lurking, she’s searching, looking really thirsty
b-tch, get away from me or we’ll leave you cold and bloodied, her really hurting
like when you were jumping up and down at my homie while me and lazy l were busy perching
all of this pot, all of this blood in a murderous spot, show me no love
you were c-ck-surfing
give you all i got, you gave no f-cks
now i gotta chop all you chickens up cuz it seems like you’re purposely cursing
everything i ever tried to start with any chick is legs spread apart, sore and hurting
she’s passed back then and even currently
it’s a reoccurring thing, she catch more waves than the current would in the sea

- underground unleashed

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