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dior - h-b fox lyrics

[intro]
ha, roll the tooka up
hahaha
n*ggas on my d*ck, if i see a bd, i’ma send him to heaven
d*mn
d*mn, d*mn
d*mn
ayeeee, ayeee
baow
hb, hb, hb, (don’t put a k to my sh*t)

[chorus: h*b fox]
she tryna f*ck up my groove, i’m too elite when i move
she shakin’ ass to my song, and she wanna f*ck with the crew
and i’m movin’ tact when i’m in this (and i’m movin’ tact when i’m in this)
and she throw it back for the n*ggas (and she throw it back for the n*ggas)
southside, we the ones, and you better keep a gun (what?)
i’m tryna slide for von, you better touch up ya scores
get the l, and i’m pourin’, i’m smokin’ opps to the face

[verse: h*b fox]
and i’m movin’ too fast, 3 on my hip
feel like mike t, when they scream “ebt”
and i’m in the raq, i do not care
countin’ the m’s, and i’m gettin’ thе c’s
and i be wildin’ in my section
i’m tryna crack 38’s for the wеapon
only keep ar’s and k’ 47’s, only real n*ggas know that i’m flexin’
and if i see lil tees, bet it won’t matter, brodie gon’ run, when he facin’ the beam
she jackin’ my music, and n*ggas approve it, cause she shakin’ hips, throwin’ ass to the beat
13 hollows in the clip, if n*ggas drop, then i bet he won’t be on my d*ck
he a bd, throw like 6, don’t got the gun, then you might as well come with the stick
[chorus 2: h*b fox]
she tryna f*ck up my groove, i’m too elite when i move
she shakin’ ass to my song, and she wanna f*ck with the crew
and i’m movin’ tact when i’m in this (and i’m movin’ tact when i’m in this)
and she throw it back for the n*ggas (and she throw it back for the n*ggas)
southside, we the ones, and you better keep a gun (what?)
i’m tryna slide for von, you better touch up ya scores
get the l, and i’m pourin’, i’m smokin’ opps to the face

[verse 2: h*b fox]
and don’t tell me “get back”, you know i’m on that
ain’t leavin’ marc, but i’m leavin’ a stain
don’t cry to the feds, cause they ain’t doin’ sh*t, tryna get n*ggas locked up, [?]
and i’m tryna pull up and get em’, i’m on some big turtle sh*t, donatello
oh that’s a opp? leave him marsh, no mello
bet that n*gga gon’ be deeper than tooka
n*gga i do not fight, i only drill, stay out the mix, you don’t wanna get k!lled
and i’m movin’ hot, they tell me chill, you on my d*ck, you get popped like a pill
and we gon’ crop him like a crop*top, i can name all the times i spun the opp block
f*ck the pigs, they got my gang locked, i ain’t laughin’, no this ain’t no tiktok
i could put that on duck, n*ggas won’t spin back
them n*ggas know they can’t f*ck with the team
i spun in the ville, no*one outside, could’ve seen j*dot and went for the k!ll
63rd, no 66th street, hollows load up, goin’ straight for the k!llstreak
they like “yo fox, why you buggin’, just tp”
all you dumb n*ggas hang out on main street (don’t f*ckin’ talk to me n*gga)
[chorus 3: h*b fox]
she tryna f*ck up my groove, i’m too elite when i move
she shakin’ ass to my song, and she wanna f*ck with the crew
and i’m movin’ tact when i’m in this (and i’m movin’ tact when i’m in this)
and she throw it back for the n*ggas (and she throw it back for the n*ggas)
southside, we the ones, and you better keep a gun (what?)
i’m tryna slide for von, you better touch up ya scores
get the l, and i’m pourin’, i’m smokin’ opps to the face

- h b fox lyrics

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