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lirik lagu jay fendi - hood love

i know some bloods
i know some crips who put in work
met this shorty from chicago

said she not from 63rd
i don’t speak about my gangsta
when you see me you get merked
i got shootaz who gon die for me
and put you in the dirt
put you on a shirt
got ya momma popping percs
make ya momma go r~t~rded
imma hit her where it hurts
all these other rappers garbage
so it’s time that i be heard
i told the label i’m a artist
now they want me next to dirk

i’m the type to spin the block and
make the opposition run
ion need a team
i slide alone with h~lla guns
hallows put yo ass to sleep and then
we throw ’em the trunk
i been reminiscing heavy so much
pain back where i’m from

i told her yurr
i told her that i’m hurt
i told her take my heart
and make it known a n~gga hers
lemme show you what you worth
can i give what you deserve
girl i know you wanted love and all em n~ggas did you worse
double c’s up on ya purse
babygirl this ain’t no curse
let me bless you one more time cuz
you the finest on this earth
baby, now you gotta learn
don’t just trip over a word
i know the haters finna hate, but baby you just let em lurk

you know i been through sh~t before
but baby tell me why you think i’m gonna do you wrong
i pour my heart out to my lyrics just to let you know
so many times that i repeat it i won’t let you go

rollin out with two 9’s
i walk out with that 2.5
i like my racks in hunnids
i’m in love wit seeing blue lines
shawty she told me from dubai
she caught wit them cute eyes
she told me fly her out and then
i told her twenty two lies
i’m so tired of this fake love
all the people from my city wanna say sum
but when they see me they ain’t ever wanna say nun
there’s h~lla b~tches in my city, well i ain’t one

you know i been through sh~t before
but baby tell me why you think i’m gonna do you wrong
i pour my heart out to my lyrics just to let you know
just to let you know

i know some bloods
i know some crips who put in work
met this shorty from chicago
said she not from 63rd
i don’t speak about my gangsta
when you see me you get merked
i got shootaz who gon’ die for me
and put you in the dirt
put you on a shirt
got ya momma popping percs
make ya momma go r~t~rded
imma hit her where it hurts
all these other rappers garbage
so it’s time that i be heard
i told the label i’m a artist
now they want me next to dirk
(brrr)

- lirik lagu jay fendi

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