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letra de hoods hottest - young pacs

[verse]
i’m that kid who made grands in the rain
your broke boyfriend can’t jump on a plane
get money, catch flights, we don’t live the same
designer on your shoes but what your money saying?
little f-ckboy, better get with the programme
stubborn yout, i ain’t taking chat from no man
we bleed the same, how the f-ck could i be scared?
told my n-gga on his deathbed “yo i’ll be there”
yeah i meant that, yo i meant that
pride and morals, disrespect i can’t take that
as a kid all i ever wanted was a big gun
rap bout burnеrs but you ain’t pressed one
shе asked what i done, i said “don’t be cheeky”
cah if i told you everything i swear you won’t believe me
told my link “let’s work, just give me a chance”
in seven days i could’ve moved seven grams
now i’m in my tent, filters and fans
me all alone, just trimming down my plants
too much p to let a little broke gyal diss me
suck my d-ck baby girl, don’t try kiss me
four and a piece sitting on the stove
i take it out to lock, make sure the water cold
my n-gga said “allow stick up pacs, just chill”
i said “if rap don’t work then my wap will”
i know the scales do, i know the trap too
cats still want smoke and i’ve still got food
just done another grow, got nuff z’s of stardog
you ever rolled with your wap just to sell a half box?
don’t chat bout your man, he’s an eediat
bad breed, had to put my hand on a teacher
bad b-tch bags food but i don’t beat her
but that same girl there holds man’s beater
i ain’t tryna be on no likkle yout’s menu
so i’ve got it with me when i’m in the venue
so i ain’t really bothered bout that
my links move proper, yeah i’ve got it like that
turn soft into hard, yeah i shot it like that
went broke bare times, yeah i’m honest like that
but it ain’t about how bad you fall
just make sure you bounce back like a boar
i ain’t got opps, just youts who wan’ beef me
n0body’s gon’ put work in on your cv
from school swear i’ve been running through nine-bars
my n-gga’s mum and dad died, how can i say life’s hard?
helped friends, lent money, gave man work
brought n-ggas on moves, rid out on nerds
and i ain’t p-ssed i got nothing in return
real n-gga, i guess that you live and you learn
in my ends, want grub, i’m the one to go to
n-gga said he wants smoke, p-ssio smoke who?
chatting off my name like a b-tch do
touch what chain? i’ll push my big shank in you
rather you than me so i gotta walk with it
this big .44, on my mother’s i don’t talk with it
told an old man “f-ck the dirty”, did it ’08
got two suttins put down in an old plate
now everybody’s rapping like they live that
you ever picked up your boom boom and gone and rinsed that?
flizzy, i’ll take it to the pot and i’ll whip that
pyrex dreams, really came up from sh-t flats
these pr-cks ain’t f-cking with my chick’s stacks
can’t rap and you’re a snitch, that’s a bit mad
oh gosh, everyone’s on jumping gangs
before gym i stood firm and let my pumpy bang
i get money, think i care about another man?
l!ck moves then i go and put my toes in sand
active on my sides, man know me
slow p had me doing trips up to o.t
c-cktail bar, i swear i need another drink
courtesy of all the times i spent head over sink
remember wearing hand-me-downs, tryna hand samples out
now i send the text out like i’m active in town
he’s a side man, i’m the main guy
ask my older n-gga if my rasclaat aim right
spent most my teens shotting off o’s
took another loss, you know how it goes
when my bally on trust me bro i’m front row
for them chatty mouth youts i’ve got nuff smoke
been through months so you know that the ting’s grown
yabba dabba doo to the cats, yeah i fling stones

- young pacs

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