letra de hooligans - young dro
[verse 1: young dro]
run in the trap
35 bricks
man we in the hood in the trap spot, bring 35 chicks
got lean in my left hand
weed in my right hand
if you get outta line, we gon k!ll your -ss, man
all my ice on
you ain’t got no ice
heard you can rap, matter fact n-gga, we ain’t even that nice
i heard you got a cute chick
imma hit that twice
i’m telling you beforehand, i’ll make her suck d-ck, no hands
hundred 20 rounds in the motherf-ckin k drum
wait till one of you f-ck n-ggas say something
your b-tch get wrong, stop your b-tch from breathing
see you f-ck n-ggas miss believing
everybody want dro, this the season
where the f-ck is my thugs at?
where the f-ck is my drugs at?
get to it again, imma do it again
i ain’t gon stop till i hit the top, i’m doing this sh-t for my hooligans
[chorus: b.o.b.]
yeah
all i ever do is this
n-gga we ain’t new to this
come at me with the foolishness
imma show up in your yard with my hooligans
with my hooligans, with my hooligans
imma show up in your yard with my hooligans
[verse 2: young dro]
switching my cars
[?] whip now
[?] on my d-ck, i quit now
go stupid with the [?], on the scene, and i’m coming from atlanta
[?] you can’t handle
i’m coming in the phantom, [?]
give dro everything
all gold everything
take my money out the bank, gonna get popped on everything
things for the kid on it
you ain’t got sh-t on it
your deal ain’t sh-t, i’m rich, got 2.6 on it
bet they don’t like that
[?] flight back
i got your b-tch on the line, she wondering where i’m at, tell her i’ll be right back
hustle gang for sure
[?] roaster
shauty wanna ride [?]
[chorus: b.o.b.]
yeah
all i ever do is this
n-gga we ain’t new to this
come at me with the foolishness
imma show up in your yard with my hooligans
with my hooligans, with my hooligans
imma show up in your yard with my hooligans
[verse 3: trae tha truth]
all white roles royce
[?]
i don’t f-ck with no front seat
[?] cracked my iphone, i’m still getting face time
[?]
i can run it through, no baseline
[?]
i give you the whole clip [?]
[?]
these bricks [?]
[?] colder, i got chips on both shoulders
hustle gang, n-gga you can tell them it’s over
i show up at your door like [?]
[?] i ain’t wanna hear sh-t unless i’m making a profit
[?]
[chorus: b.o.b.]
yeah
all i ever do is this
n-gga we ain’t new to this
come at me with the foolishness
imma show up in your yard with my hooligans
with my hooligans, with my hooligans
imma show up in your yard with my hooligans
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