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Artiste:
Good Belt Gang
Titre:
Hood Bbq
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I just hold it got you for the love of the hood again And stop thinking what it could or what it should've been Cause it should've been came to my senses And knew that slop that I'm a king and I knew that Drink Jack designer belts with my nephew The younger niggers running town they gotta respect you They calling me OG and I'm cool with that Cause I always kept the 2 it was cool with that Cooking up now you just new to that Fucking in the staircase I'm used to that We don't fuck with hookers we don't buy head My nigger...he want so ...it all My OG niggers might Deuce and Timbo I'm a real nigger to talk with Don't bring a rack cause you might make it awkward See you niggers kids I ran with they grown up They once smoked with me fuck it they've grown up This is the slide family we got it toned up Go ahead little nigger go roll up Should we go have a hood barbeque? Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque Should we go have a hood barbeque? Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque Couple bottles in a row that will get them going Fresh pair to religions with the triple showing Bitches love but they always say your boy bad Know my nigger's gun powder, Troy Ave For every shoot first real my nigger Everybody good bells good gun nigger I run the town tell the truth you my son nigger Ask around we the ones that get around nigger I'm from the town of the cars free... Young really I'm the G leader of the squad All my niggers gone soft while we going hard Good Belt Gang bitch here we on our squad Should we go have a hood barbeque? Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque Should we go have a hood barbeque? Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque I said fuck'em all motherfuck'em all In the slot let me motherfuck'em all Honey shots let me see you dump'em all Ass soon as they hit the duck Tell papi we want'em all The look you get from eldest No Zelda killed more than Griselda Want beef from hamburger your helper Take a light plain Airplanes no delta I held the doom and I hail my hand bag Good belt gang why sell my pants out? I don't speak much fuck it I let my man Hard to land fast... Yeah boos talk homey Try me fit in my shoes you won't walk homey You get left get left rag we cooking out Slow from interlined we looking up Should we go have a hood barbeque? Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque Should we go have a hood barbeque? Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque