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lirik lagu for the hood - eddie valero

[intro: eddie valero]
for the hood
nah, this for the hood
(dtdakidd, beat those drums)

[verse 1: eddie valero]
b~tches love big daddy drawers, money~gettin’ handsome fat f~cker (yeah)
gemini, may 31st, bounce the ‘bach, wrap the matte color (skrrt, skrrt)
i went chrome on the hat, trucker (what else?), cuban link, got the black gutter (ugh)
my first joint cost me three~six, was pumpin’ juices like pat brother (woo)
from the mound like ball and g, stop it, pops, get a sprite key (what’s up?)
never ran, louis v runners, checkerboard, that’s a light fee (that’s light)
i’m on park in some tight sh~t (yeah), injury list, ice the right wrist (ugh)
catch a pack, you the right b~tch (mwah), 40k, say the right sh~t (yeah)
money count, speed up the process, count by hand, take a year straight (year straight)
nothin’ but buds like a soup store, at the doc like a deer face
gave her racks for a pure shape (pure), catch a hat, get a tear face (yeah)
lose your life ’bout a hearsay (ugh), lobster tail and a clear plate (i’m gone)
them lil’ boys ain’t on they game, yeah, all i hear is that beep noise (that’s it)
with my b~tch watchin’ kardashian, pourin’ trish, not the cheap oil (ugh, ugh)
paper chase ’til it’s feet sores (what?), baby drac’ made to sweep floors (brr)
oversized baggy jeans set, let it hang over the wheat boys
overnight, just cuttin’ bags, squeeze it tight, make sure they sealed (make sure they sealed)
i got rich off a black skate, lay the cup on top the steel (on top the steel)
summertime, sh~t extra hot, ho, i felt how them streets feel (for real)
you know chef ‘nem made the plate, kobe bryant, locked in with phil
it’s lero
[verse 2: 8ball]
okay (okay)
fat boy get so much love when he walk through the door (yeah)
8ball, mjg, man, but if you from the mound, you can call me premro
big dog with a humble spirit, n~gga, my energy great
if the bread fall on the floor, i’ma pick it up and put it on my plate
witness, last one like this, this sh~t don’t exist no more
don’t believe me? stop actin’ like a lil’ b~tch, n~gga, go ask your ho
where the weed be? i’ma roll up somethin’ kinda fat just like me
better twitch your arm, ’cause you hittin’ this is so unlikely
okay (okay), off top (off top)
one hundred (one hundred), can’t stop (can’t stop)
f~ck props (f~ck props), give me dollars (give me dollars)
give me knowledge, i can’t get enough
i’m a problem, i can’t give it up (yeah)
i’m an artist, i paint with a brush (yeah)
didn’t grandma tell you to hush?
can’t nan’ n~gga touch big ball

[outro]
(dtdakidd, beat those drums)

- lirik lagu for the hood

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