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hayes babies - toohda band$ lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
(funk or die)

[verse 1: way weezy]
i been focused on a bag, i’m stackin’ hundreds up
you n*ggas talkin’ on the ‘gram, but won’t get up with us
if you think i ain’t cut, then come and test your luck
every time we poppin’ out, you n*ggas duckin’ slugs
everybody tell me rap, my heart ain’t in the music
i be tryna pop a n*gga if he jump stupid
but i’ma leave that in the streets
that n*gga talkin’ mighty tough, but he don’t really want no beef
that n*gga caught a murder case and only did about two weeks
every time you in a jam, you freezin’ up with that gleek
shh, but i ain’t gon’ take it there
gotta watch these snakes, they kinda close and they not playin’ fair
b*tch, i’m from the deuce, blood diamond, pinky in the air
every time they drop an addy, n*ggas not there
all my life, all i seen was them drug dealers
hardbody n*ggas servin’ junkies, blowin’ guns, n*gga

[verse 2: toohda band$]
n*gga, i just poured a four up (i’m leanin’)
what you burnin’ in that ‘wood? what you roll up? (what the f*ck?)
i don’t even want the p*ssy, pick your clothes up
real sem n*gga, but my n*ggas throwin’ fours up (i’m with the guys)
you can’t be up on my street if you froze up
cuz in the benz supercharged doin’ donuts (skrrt)
i’m a boss n*gga, you the type that wanna hold nuts
caught a n*gga lackin’, popped the door, he yellin’, “hold up” (n*gga, what?)
what the f*ck we waitin’ for
fully automatic spin around and nail him to the floor
my n*gga shovelin’ the ground, i said it’s on the floor
these n*ggas still sellin’ grams, these n*ggas really broke
swear to god i blew like forty thousand just on wocky, though (i love it)
i love tris ’cause it’s thick, i want some morton grove
for a hundred thousand, grab the rifle, i’ll whack the pope (that n*gga outta here)
you need to clean your dirty ass, you b*tches need some soap (stupid)
you can’t see it on my hip, i got it in my coat
you wanna hit a n*gga head, just aim it at his throat
n*gga, we ain’t have sh*t, didn’t even have no hope
now i’m ballin’ on these n*ggas, i’ma brag and boast
caught a n*gga lackin’ on a shh, made crash his load (skrrt)
sent a freak b*tch to his addy, that’s a pick and roll
n*ggas talkin’ like they sick, it’s time to wipe his nose
n*gga, you ain’t never whack nothin’, how long you had that pole? (dumb*ass n*gga)
[outro: toohda band$]
real seminary sh*t, n*gga, hayes babies, n*gga
you know what’s goin’ on
f*ck suckers
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)

- toohda band lyrics

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