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hunnid - toohda band$ lyrics

[intro]
(s*dot on the track)
(funk or die)
(dj j12)

[chorus: toohda band$]
n*gga, i been wock’ droppin’, neiman shoppin’, road runnin’
had to slime a n*gga, dude just left his nose runnin’
only time i exercise is when i’m f*ckin’ on your woman
i ain’t runnin’ from a thing, chop fully with a hundred

[verse 1: toohda band$]
n*gga speak on hme, we tryna pop a n*gga pumpkin
ain’t no shortage over here, the whole squad gettin’ money
you can tell i’m eatin’ good, b*tches say i’m gettin’ chubby
i ain’t even touch your b*tch, she just like i look like money
in the trenches where it’s dark, i wear my chains to make it sunny
poodah known for takin’ poles, he just know whеn you a lummy
he bought without the seal, i shakе my head ’cause he a dummy
i ain’t never chasin’ b*tches, i’m too busy chasin’ money
chains dancin’, rollie bustin’, we ain’t fakin’
glock on me, i got choppers in the bas*m*nt
catch an opp, we let it drop, it ain’t no waitin’
n*gga, this my year, ain’t hayes money, then you basic
drunk a deuce of raw because i bought it just to taste it
i was taught that n*gga try to run, you better go and chase him
i done made a lot of thousands off my granny, ain’t no vacants
n*ggas pillow talk forever, when they see me, they don’t say sh*t
caught his b*tch lookin’ at my wrist, it made his face twitch
any beef i got, i’m droppin’ fifty to erase it
i know some real k!llers, broad day, you get your face hit
doin’ a hundred, tryna switch a lane, i spilt a whole brick
[chorus: toohda band$]
n*gga, i been wock’ droppin’, neiman shoppin’, road runnin’
had to slime a n*gga, dude just left his nose runnin’
only time i exercise is when i’m f*ckin’ on your woman
i ain’t runnin’ from a thing, chop fully with a hundred

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
monkey nuts, i got a hundred in it
if i do all headshots, i can hit a hundred n*ggas
n*ggas p*ssy, had a gun and he was runnin’ with it
two standards and a drum, b*tch, i’m comin’ with it
all glocks and fns, i don’t want no smittys
suck my d*ck and let me f*ck, i don’t want your titties
i need a hundred round drum, i don’t want no fifty
b*tch, do y’all got some wockhardt? i don’t want no henny
me and bro popped the opps, so we smoked the whitney
doubled back the next day, had to rope the witness
aggressive when i’m hittin’ hoes, i choke my women
man, i know this n*gga broke, his rollo tickin’
when i up the cannon, i can’t take photos with it
my houston pimp got his hair braided, he put bobos in it
downtown spendin’ thousands, i’m at nojos trippin’
hit his dog with some bullsh*t, i put cocoa in it

- toohda band lyrics

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