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cuba gooding - 1100 himself lyrics

‘leven hunnid
yeah
thirteen humid my cousin man, f*ck wit me
aye

i had them boys up in ‘yo hood, you think you cuba gooding
n*gga, you think you cuba gooding
i had them boys up in ‘yo hood, you think you cuba gooding
n*gga, you think you cuba gooding
his patna f*ck around, got popped, now he think he a shooter
his pops seen him with the glock like, “put it down junior”
and im’a address them n*ggas hatin’, ain’t got around to it
in funktown we still lookin’ for that brown buick
and ion wanna do no song cause you make clown music
this that sh*t, you hit the e*way, blow a pound to it
she said papi i ain’t no black, a s*xy brown cuban
and then i told her turn around and f*cked her like she stupid
they put ‘yo ass up on the shelf, n*gga, yo’ album blew it
and ion want to mushrooms if they ain’t turning’ blueish
n*gga i smell like gucci guilty, my sneakers say louis
i pop a bar up on the flight, now we on to st. louis
on my momma
huh, this sh*t all off the dome
i ain’t done yet neither, hold on
huh
n*gga you sure you want this jersey like a f*cking guido
i give a f*ck about no hoe just like that n*gga d*lo
i mean she might not f*ck with ‘lev but she ‘gon f*ck with e*bow
i know dee oops and [?] b*tch i feel like p*lo
i had them boys up in ‘yo hood, you think you cuba gooding
n*gga, you think you cuba gooding
i had them boys up in ‘yo hood, you think you cuba gooding
n*gga, you think you cuba gooding

- 1100 himself lyrics

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