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lirik lagu haiti babii – fuh nuc

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[verse 1]
come and ride with a rich n-gg-
suicide, hockey pucks when i slide with me stick, n-gg-
​i5 doing a hundred miles
drive-bys and wise guys, you staring with a crooked eye
bad b-tch want me to stick around
like a broom, she get swept off her feet after i d-ck her down
i am feeling myself
hating on me, just k!ll yourself
but hold on, let me put my robe on
i rather tell the truth ’bout a b-tch, quit lyin’ like you rich
n-gg-s out here dyin’ over that sh-t
these n-gg-s out here busters, on mamas, put p-ssy over commas
quit actin’ like it’s funny if you ain’t gettin’ money, b-tch
stop actin’ like a freak if you ain’t tryna trick
n-gg-s actin’ like they him but they ain’t really him
i got shot by the police, b-tch, i’m really him

[chorus]
hah-hah, b-tch, what’s funny?
you broke and b-mmy, i gets my money
b-tch, miss me with the woo-wop, bring out the ooh-wop
got me feeling like i’m 2pac, i took a few shots
glock-30 when i flu flamm, i had to blue-blam
don’t stop until it click-click, switch the whole clique
lifestyle of a hood man, born in the hood-nood
hundred p’s, where the cookbook? don’t give a fu-nuck

[verse 2]
imagine this, your main b-tch is my side ho
imagine me giving that b-tch back on the weekend
f-ck that, why would i bow down to a f-ck n-gg-?
trust n-gg-s? why the f-ck would i do that?
f-ck you, see i can’t trust my own self
north side, that’s where i’m from, i can’t help
bling, bling, got a n-gg- feelin’ like he elvis
b-tches wonder why a n-gg- selfish
f-ck you, see i can’t trust my own self
north side, that’s where i’m from, i can’t help
bling, bling, got a n-gg- feelin’ like he elvis
b-tches wonder why a n-gg- selfish

[chorus]
hah-hah, b-tch, what’s funny?
you broke and b-mmy, i gets my money
b-tch, miss me with the woo-wop, bring out the ooh-wop
got me feeling like i’m 2pac, i took a few shots
glock-30 when i flu flamm, i had to blue-blam
don’t stop until it click-click, switch the whole clique
lifestyle of a hood man, born in the hood-nood
hundred p’s, where the cookbook? don’t give a fu-nuck


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