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letra de hazard lights - vonoff1700

[intro]
(d-mn, drako, you made this?)
alright (yo, fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
free my hood, n-gga, f-ck your hood, n-gga
i’m still on the ave where it’s all good, n-gga
tell the opps post they side, we gon’ pull up and k!ll all they ass, n-gga (alright, come on)
for real, alright

[verse 1]
no, i don’t hang with no p-ssies, you wanna be gang, you gotta go catch you a body (okay)
i know that i’m finna be rich, but i still wanna slide, i’m sorry, i just can’t stop it
the b-tch was halfway naked, kicked her right out of the room, b-tch, get dressed in the lobby
okay, made the b-tch get off the perc’ and pull up her skirt, now we f-ckin’ like whitney and bobby
you don’t wanna f-ck with my opps, that’s how you get shot, ’cause k!llin’ them n-ggas my hobby (for real)
i don’t wanna come off c-cky, but n-ggas my sons, whatever i do, thеy copy
i’m up in the hills countin’ a couple of m’s with a bad b-tch callin’ me papi
i’m sh-ttin’ on n-ggas, that’s why most of ‘еm mad, somebody go get me a potty
i’m havin’ my way, n-gga, i’ll f-ck off your pay, whatever i want, i cop it (okay)
but i’m ready to shoot, glocks don’t come with no safety, and n-gga, i don’t gotta c-ck it
she know not to touch my phone, she ain’t gon’ be able to eat, so i don’t gotta lock it (her dumb ass)
i’m twistin’ and turnin’ the b-tch, i f-cked her so good, i’m treatin’ this b-tch like a bop it (okay)

[chorus]
she eatin’ my d-ck like steak, i’m callin’ up bae, she treatin’ my sh-t like hibachi (okay, okay, okay)
b-tch, this a brand-new glock with twenty-two shots, what the f-ck i look like boxin’? (alright)
bounced out on him, his b-tch ass dropped his bag, we caught his dumb ass goin’ shoppin’ (alright, b-tch ass)
b-tch, this a trackhawk jeep in a high-speed chase, what the f-ck we look like stoppin’? (okay, dumbass)
[verse 2]
me and lil three locked in, b-tch, free my brother, whenever he rollin’, i’m rockin’
we pulled up on him, he ain’t have nowhere to go, we got his lil’ dumb ass boxed in (okay)
i know me a whole bunch of k!llers, but k!lla and drilla, them two n-ggas up in my top ten
and he comin’ right through the back door, he thinkin’ he low, so f-ck it, i’m lettin’ the fox in
wherever i go, i’m poppin’, i dropped “on deck” and, b-tch, i took off like a rocket (okay)
playin’ with toss gang so stupid, n-gga, you better off stickin’ a fork in a socket (dumbass)
we was shakin’ him down, n-gga, i was so d-mn thirsty, i d-mn near sn-tched off his pocket (okay)
dog sh-t on me, n-gga, i can’t even fold it, this sh-t too big for a wallet (okay)
b-tch, is we f-ckin’ or not? she playin’ kitty games, dropped her ass off at lil folly (come on)
n-ggas be too d-mn tender, i followed this ho and this b-tch-ass n-gga done blocked me (the f-ck?)
that n-gga didn’t bust his fire when it went down, no cap, that n-gga is not me
i need me some new d-mn opps, when he got popped up, that n-gga said, “vonno shot me”

[chorus]
she eatin’ my d-ck like steak, i’m callin’ up bae, she treatin’ my sh-t like hibachi (alright, alright, okay)
b-tch, this a brand-new glock with twenty-two shots, what the f-ck i look like boxin’? (okay, okay, okay, okay)
bounced out on him, his b-tch ass dropped his bag, we caught his dumb ass goin’ shoppin’ (b-tch ass)
b-tch, this a trackhawk jeep in a high-speed chase, what the f-ck we look like stoppin’? (okay, dumbass)

[outro]
alright, n-gga, free my hood, n-gga, f-ck your hood, n-gga
we’ll come extort your hood, n-gga
i’m still on the ave where it’s all good, n-gga
tell the opps drop they lo’, we gon’ pull up and k!ll all they ass, man
free them drivers, free the murderers, n-gga
free three, n-gga, free famous, n-gga, free the whole tg, n-gga, f-ck it

- vonoff1700

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