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a hood celebration - iamphycojack lyrics

[intro:]
b*tch
run through who?
run through what?

[verse: 1]
you a rotten b*tch walkin’, you a zombie
i got n*ggas on you (b*tch)
put a hunnid*thousand to yo’ head, b*tch
i got numbers on you (b*tch)
if i’m a f*g, then you a peg b*tch, my n*ggas cummin’ for you
i got a n*gga everywhere, b*tch, we gon’ run into you
i*i’on wanna hear bout what you did
b*tch come & do it now
i*i got guns, & you do too, so come on b*tch let’s go shoot around (bop)
you a hoe, you pushed me to the floor thought i can’t get it up?
that weak ass, lame ass n*gga can’t even stick me up (yeah)
y’all be sharin’ glocks in y’all pictures and ion’ like that (yuugh)
not never gon re*sneak (snuck) a b*tch, cause he won’t fight back (b*tch)
y’all act like ion’ know where you live, b*tch i’ll spin that (yooom)
keep flexin’ that lil’ bit of money, we’ll comе and get that (bop)
put so much ice on my body ‘now imma cold b*tch (yeaah)
this for that lil’ wеird b*tch that keep cosignin hoe sh*t (b*tch)
how you my b*tch, but when i’m sick you switch it up quick?
don’t forget you was on the phone snitchin’ on eazy, b*tch (huuh)
don’t forget i got the receipts, i keep it peezy, b*tch
don’t forget that you a small b*tch and i’m a big one
you went runnin’ through the cafe track star he’s #1
and yo’ lil brother jumped in i want my one on one
[verse: 1]
i belong to the bloods, i thought y’all knew that (yeeah)
please don’t make me call the homies and have to prove that (yeeeah)
i’ll never make peace for nothin, b*tch, i’m a soldier
and i could run down my bag, b*tch, i’m breakin’ down these boulders

[verse: 2]
i*i could be stompin’ b*tches necks (they necks) and they motherf*ckin’ shoulders (yeah)
sh*t, i’m raw as f*ck, my n*gga fine as f*ck, ian ‘ got no panties on (yeah)
they was checkin’ for me askin’ if i’m good, leave me the f*ck alone (f*ck em) (leave me the f*ck)
y’all is not my b*tches, y’all don’t love me like my sisters do (nope)
say yall some hood n*ggas ima treat yall like b*tches (yeah ahhh)
if i say imma shoot u b*tch u hit, cause ion’ do no misses (b*tch)
slappin’ these b*tches just like they momma should’ve
and ian fibbin’ wit you b*tch this ain’t no would’ve should’ve (huh)
o*out rappin’ these b*tches, that’s my specialty (b*tch)
y’all can have the sauce, but can’t steal this recipe (stupid)
it’s bad b*tches everywhere, they still can’t f*ck with me(ah)
it’s up with me, then leave it right there, b*tch, i am not scared (yeah)
i got some n*ggas everywhere, b*tch, i am prepared
(b*tch i am prepared)
i got snuck we still ain’t fight, okay, a’ight
but you weird b*tches is scared in real life
these b*tches try to sneak through my page & hit the like
and every time you n*ggas see me, we never fight
my sista got that big motherf*cker and it bite
(yeah yeah yeah)
i’on even gotta say sh*t cause, b*tch it’s on site (hahahahaha)
b*tch, tell me the time and location, it’s just a flight
[chorus:]
i belong to the bloods, i thought y’all knew that
please don’t make me call the homies and have to prove that
i’ll never make peace for nothin, b*tch, i’m a soldier
and i could run down my bag, b*tch, i’m breakin’ down these boulders, b*tch!

[outro:]
big p, big phyco
b*tch
run through who?, run through what?
(run through who?, run through what?)
run through who?, run through what?
(run through who?, run through what?)
(hmm)

- iamphycojack lyrics

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