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freshman hazing - j1hunnit & glockboyz teejaee lyrics

[intro]
(it’s lando, your b*tch know, don’t let your b*tch go, n*gga)

[verse 1: j1hunnit]
i play with cold hoes’ p*ssy, i don’t play with n*ggas
i’ll watch your kids, you hit the road, don’t call no babysitters
she can’t even breathe correct, i leave, ’cause i’m her favorite n*gga
down with switchy on me, spank you like a paddle, freshman haze a n*gga
i know you heard that old saying, them bullets change a n*gga
this a 6 series, the n*gga in the driver’s seat worth seven figures
a brick of— might cost you eight or nine, it look like chocolate liquor
my b*tch a ten, let’s put ’em side to side and see who woman thicker

[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
just got a sprite and made it dirty, i ain’t tryna drink no liquor
that boy don’t even own no gun, but act like he a k!ller
that boy ain’t never seen no bird, but act like he a dealer
home run, we tappin’ heads, we ain’t base stealin’
it’s hard to hide, them real k!llers be lookin’ for you
she keep blowin’ up my phone, i’ll call you back, i’m countin’ money
what you doin’ gettin’ my scale dirty? i heard you lookin’ for me
i press a b*tton, call them boys, give it a minute, you know they comin’, yeah

[verse 3: j1hunnit]
ch crosses on me, n*ggas thinkin’ christ was summoned
hit the pot like roy jones jr., n*ggas think we box or somethin’
put all my hoes in group texts, let’s see who head the dumbest
i be holdin’ out on shawty, this b*tch tryna take it from me
build a brick, make an onion, see a l!ck, take the money
i look fresh off a mornin’ jog, balenci’ ‘fit was made for running
marni trench coat with the ak on my back like blade or somethin’
i’m startin’ to think this n*gga parents gabby and d wade or somethin’
[verse 4: glockboyz teejaee]
bang out the trap, then switch the block, empty the clip, then switch the glock
man, we don’t stop at red lights, that’s how them boys got up on pac
i spent the night at girly crib, but i only got the top
i told boom i need some work, he told me pull up in the bronx, yeah
pockets stuffed and i just made this today
you ain’t never f*cked a b*tch and her friend, that mean you lame
just put a six in a one*liter, n*gga, all i taste is drank
we was robbin’, k!llin’, and shootin’ before we had this lil’ fame

- j1hunnit glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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