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real sosa boy - hood baby gotit baby lyrics

[hook]
in these streets you can’t play, n-gga
you can’t play victim
ride with it, yeah, stick with me
and it’s spinning n-ggas
pokerface, yeah, by the cheque
and i’m eatin’, n-gga
high all day, he ain’t getting money
let the fiends get him
quick flipper, yeah, real bag flipper
yeah, i’m a big dripper
real water, yeah-yeah, icewater
my name popsicle
in a green suit, yeah-yeah, fye with me
shootin’ at fly n-ggas
realsosaboy, we ain’t scarface, you the one that’s dyin’, n-gga

[verse 1]
thot b-tch, yeah lil thot b-tch, she got -ss, slime
lil grown b-tch, yeah she like my d-ck
i put her bag on it
feed her face, then back to the streets
i’m money trap hungry
never give a n-gga your master key
’cause they’ll sn-tch you outta there
got the hood go like i’m master p
ain’t ready to tell for sum
he police, he tellin’ to the streets
yeah, a worm
the way we did his -ss, his momma like “shiidd”
closed case, lil homie
maison margiela’s with the white-tee
whitey dope boy on me
knock a n-gga off for them bands, ricky [?]
five o’ clock flight overseas, need a xan
rollin’ leaves, yeah, gas pack; jackie chan
a hoe can’t please me, ‘less she giving me some brain

[verse 2]
b-tch boy, makin’ no noise -ss, hoe boy
been broke, looking for a hand, that was yo choice
[?] sticks spin his -ss [?] so it make him mad
i’m gone pop my sh-t, yeah-yeah-yeah, superstar
this young n-gga got a bag
realsosaboy, i don’t chop-chop
these n-ggas [?] trash
first cl-ss addict, 30
h-ll nah, i ain’t tryna lie
keep talm’ ’bout bags, he’ll never last, young crew on his -ss (yeah)
i’ma gta that boy, waste him with his plans (yeah)
call them birds out, they hoppin’ out minivans (yeah)
f-ckin’ up this cash, yeah, with no plans (yeah)
i’m a dog, so she like how my b-lls hang (yeah)
it get hard out here, i know you b-tch n-ggas chain gang

- hood baby gotit baby lyrics

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