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hood guy - coney crossroads lyrics
[verse 1: lil mosquito disease]
we’re not dropping that coney, little boy
you drop that coney, you probably like little boys
little boy fell off, shout out little boy
she just called me a little boy
yung lambo’s a fake bodybuilder, he uses steroids
queasy ass b_tch use way too much [?]
like i’m pounded, i drive my car into a wall
nostalgia critic’s cover of pink floyd’s the wall
[?], f_ck it, we ball
i’m 6 foot, b_tch, i’m way too tall
that b_tch, she give me that _gok gok gok gok gok_
choke that motherf_cking b_tch, make her _gok gok gok gok gok_
smoking on that motherf_cking double p pack
why does a.j. think that she is black?
i motherf_cking have a heart attack
your motherf_cking sh_t is way too wack
i’m skip_a_da_flip_a_ba_skipipy_dipping
your mothеrf_cking sh_t isn’t dripping
[?]
[?]
y’all are like the amazing spidеr_man 2
i’m motherfuucking tired of sh_t, all you poo_poo
[verse 2: beetlebat]
you are just a hater if you don’t like flex
you don’t have s_x, and you don’t get checks
aoty, i put a curse and a hex
every single day, i’m wearing my vans
mosquito on the beat, like i can’t even swat it
they’re just a bunch of hater boys and they have no money in their pockets
squeaky is the brown goat, and he’s better than nav
and hood guy is alright, i guess
i failed my psychics class, so i don’t know what nitrogen is
i’m struggling to stay on beat like tending bike
i ride a motorbike, and eat a klondike
i feel like kanye west, i need a blonde dyk_
i’m_i’m_i’m in the whip and i’m on the patrol
p_p_p_p_playboi carti, i got the control
p_p_p_p_porky pig has better controls
s_s_s_s_someone give me the remote control
play my songs at your prom like i am the goat
if you think that i’m hot, maybe [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
[verse 3: yung lambo]
[?]
[?]
[?]
this album sucks, f_ck hood guy
i punch you and give you a black eye
when i’m happy, i say “i”
when i’m sad, i go and cry
this verse is short
[verse 4: hood guy]
are you ready? you’re feeling good, and you’re feeling right
across the floor and i’m already losing my mind
baby girl, looking fine
watch you playing and playing and playing these guys
catch my stare little smile
tell me that you’re ready and you’re feeling the vibe
someday, i’ll be so d_mn sublime
we’ll arrive behind the hashtag signs
i won’t forget you, but i may forget your name, my lady
i know what you’re thinking with [?]
[outro: yung lambo]
hold on, [?] is about to get copyrighted by trippie redd, bleleldleleld
somebody, a fake face on everybody
pretending they [?]
let’s go out with a bang
bang, bang, ba—
[gunshot]
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