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houseonarock - hoodsasuke lyrics

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[part 1:]

intro:
uh, yeah, uh*huh, trip, trip, yeah
uh, yeah, mhm
trip (d*mn)

chorus:
two twenty*two blunts in a box (trip)
man these shorties be selling out box, but i need me a 10, need a house on the rock (house on a*)
n*gga i been on that block (facts)
run it back, spun that block like a fox (run it)
n*gga i be on that block (block)
run it back, spun that block like a* (like a*)
alright’

verse:
don’t know why these n*ggas be hating (word)
maybe all of the facts in my tracks i’ve been stating (ouu)
they can keep that up (keep it up)
they can keep on going, they ain’t what they saying (keep it)
i be breaking they masks (word)
exposing the persona’s that they are making (d*mn)
imma keep that up (keep it up)
imma keep going on, ‘cause they ain’t what they*
(keep it up)
back out the back, imma spin to the bando (back out the)
know a nerd n*gga that’s shooting like lando
need me some morley’s like, uh
d*mn, need me some morley’s or some f*cking nando’s
dunk on that b*tch, aaron gordon, orlando (d*mn)
plug in brazil sending packs of serrano (serrano)
triple*two hundred’, b*tch you know my handles
beat from the back got her singing soprano (beat from the back)
chorus:
(woah), two twenty*two blunts in a box (woah)
man these shorties be selling out box (woah), but i need me a 10 and a house on the rock
n*gga i be on that block (woah)
run it back, spun that block like a fox, (woah)
n*gga i be on that block (woah)
run it back, spun that block like a*
sh*t, f*ck, f*ck

[part 2:]

verse 2:
giving your girl the ww’ smackdown, my ‘oota got his shooting badges maxed out
cannot beef with these nic’ addict’s (fiends), back in the 80’s your momma was cracked out (cracked out)
nick eh wit this 30, i bet i won’t back down, straight from the x lil’ b*tch go check the background
said that she want me i’m beating her back out, baddie she emo throwing’ ass in a black gown (woo)
that ain’t a civic if that b*tch ain’t slammed, a ho’ irl but he tough for the ‘gram (wow)
keep me a turret, i’m shooting a s.a.m (glrr, glrr), she wanna match for the winter, my neck ‘ready matching a* (bow, bow, bow)
i’m on the rise and these n*gga’s not catching up, up and it’s stuck there is no patching up (there is no patching)
count up a twenty, a hundred, a fifty, a fifty and then add up two ones (triple*two gang)
been going stupid, going dumb (dumb)
might cop a gen 5 with’ a drum (5 with’ a drum)
lemme stop talking bout guns, cop a 300s just to let that b*tch run (let that b*tch run)
been going stupid, going dumb (going dumb)
might cop a gen 5 with’ a drum (5 with’ a drum)
lemme stop talking bout guns, cop a 300s just to let that b*tch run (let that b*tch run)
chorus:
two twenty*two blunts in a box (trip)
man these shorties be selling out box, but i need me a 10 and a house on the*
n*gga i been on that block (facts)
run it back, spun that block like a fox (run it)
n*gga i be on that block (block)
run it back, spun that block like a*
alright’

outro:
uh, yeah, uh*huh, trip, trip, yeah
uh, yeah, uh, trip, trip, yeah

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