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Текст песни Got My Hood Turnt ft Nipsey Hussle

Lane though, cushed up so high you gotta look up
this dope dick got a shook up
now friends tryin hook up
trap over all night long
dirty sprite for that body home
baby say she wanna fly nigga
told you bitch this flight gone
my bitch counting them retch girl
keep me hangin with retch girl
like fast cars, I like big money,
I like blond hair on lack girl
she told em that I'm the rocka
got the mans from my doctor
got the lay for that chopper
that's your hoe I'm gonna knock her
bitch I'm stuntin all on you nigga
go thing all in my sipper
money all in my..
she so thick I think I should tip her
this ain't rail bitch ain't polo
my sound bitch send photo
they make it baby like yolo
get us money all for slow moe
is that

Hook:
Ask me how I'm doing said I'm richer relax
polling up the cruising at the sipping the flat
got a hoe in the front got a bitch in the back
one licking me blunt, one licking my tax
I got my hood turnt
we pie we sip we pie we sip
we pie we sip we pie we sip
I got my hood turnt
we pie we sip we pie we sip
we pie we sip we pie we sip
I got my hood turnt

We just some young niggas stack came up
broke nigga stay hate us
I'm here on my own that's cause my hoe click ain't got cased up
I like dime hoes with no make-up

fast cars you can't race us
pistols in my stash but I would pop with no hesitation
if you ask me my location won't get no information
just notice I'm getting grip
got no time for conversation
I'm finally on probation
and that's just me I'm making
more cash in different places
I can't back and board the spaceship
and I put up on my haters
bitches bitches taking got these niggas looking mad
I'm bout to instigram their faces
this shit is so basic, more p**sy more paper
ask me how I'm doing I say breaks I'm the flavor

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Tell em haters look at me now
tell em bitches got me wipe me down
gotta thinking she wify now
I want a friend she might be down
money long my weed is loud
I need for three a pound
the OG don't get me high
that..gonna bring me down
pack this..that trapped though
poe two but I get four
pro magazine I met blowed
I'm bout to lean like fat Joe
no sip though but I'm strapped though
when the club I'm going through the back dough
see money stuck you lack row
I got racks on racks hoe
see all my clothes..all my hoes Rihannas
I'm gonna get out in pijamas but sip open like a pinata
I'm that nigga let's be honest
I go dum no hook no findings
money I proceed the silent
and your money like no..

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