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haze freestyle - hunna g lyrics

[intro]
aight, look, uh
(hunna, i’m home)

[verse]
real life sh*t, i only listen to my o.g.’s
f*ck these street rap b*tches, b*tches is phonies
food stamps and purse, b*tch think she a bad b*tch
i ordered a oyster fettucine served with the bou*guettes
rich white n*gga put a ring on it, guess he couldn’t wait
told me i was gorgeous, carats size of a [?]
you know how i’m rockin’? hood b*tch with an expensive taste
i got this white n*gga, brown p*ssy in his face
he got a wife and i ain’t fit to be no mistress
true that n*gga head though, show my ass and he just kissed it
got the information on his knees, askin’ how i did it
said it doesn’t matter, slide ten k and i might forget it
b*tches is snakes, comin’ ’round hissin’ ’em sneak disses
might need a blow to steal my [?], sound like heat hissin’
i will get tiffany’s diamonds, b*tch, you could only wish
you could dare so watch your mouth before i bust your f*cking lip
real colorful b*tch with a stick i’m funding
sweet as a dream; pull some sh*t, i pull a gun quick
off with they heads like the queen of hearts, did a gun trick
except for this chick—i ain’t shoot her ’cause she was dumb thick
bald n*gga, never miss a spot, i call him mr. clean
made him gargle with my p*ssy juice, call it listerine
he gon’ [?] me out, talk a big game, we big pimpin’
never met a slim b*tch with crack p*ssy, big [?]
[?], now you wanna send me pictures of his d*ck
i’m like, “nah, he gotta go ‘less he was moaning like a b*tch”
real nasty sh*t; nasty b*tch, give me a call
dumb*ass b*tches talkin’ sh*t, go f*ck ’em all (all, all—)

- hunna g lyrics

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