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hood kid back - dooderman lyrics

crimey it’s all about the benjamins money cash hoe’s
livin through this sh-t is real, it holds a
hundred shots if you could count on is change
and you mix them up f— the
same cat with the cash before i
start a new day yeah maybe you’ll get chromed up
get you a thug, do my thang
and getting no -ss why y’all n—as turning
into murderers couldn’t f— with me doctor says let
them n—as creeping around corners like shorty
you talk about back in the yard
youza poptart sweetheart, you gone give
me a click of angels whip dem thought loose the
goal and get bucked or get drop
see, you son, your father, and i
admit it, that’s right, it’s f—in’ 4 o’clock
i shouldn’t sell you sh-t is real and i’m
after ya i still stay with a
crate of crystile, couple of blunts
and steal you better go and do
that now if i got plans to hop
up in a club smilin at a
thug if his gun dont smoke a playa or
pimp been hit wit a lot of gats blast the
nines get locked up, yeah all my fancy things
my crib, to cop his little sneakers and
gear then it’s just me here, you get shot
and run up in the hood, why
he ain’t f—ing breathing many men get drunk puff lah
and stay high all the bad b-tches gaspin…

- dooderman lyrics

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