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osbs, hoodrich pablo juan & desto dubb - waffle house كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(glizzy, what you cookin’ up?)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy, yeah, ayy, look

[chorus]
f_ck what they talkin’ ’bout
can’t take advice from no n_gga ain’t had sh_t
actin’ tough, we gon’ stomp ’em out
b_tch, i got syrup like the waffle house
speak on my name, we gon’ shoot it out
they catchin’ bodies like beckham, it’s hot in my hood
callin’ plays like i’m belichick
i make that b_tch f_ck the homies, she’d do it for free
that’s her fault, still gon’ need my check
i tat the hood on my neck so don’t ask for a photo
i’m a crip, you ain’t gotta check
we don’t do beefin’ on internets
hе claim he a k!ller, i’m into that
tryna be hood, wеll, i’m really that
p_ssy plottin’ on robbin’ my partner, he silly cat
i show his ass where the billi’ at, yeah

[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan]
you know i’m good in my neighborhood
from candler, but trap off of 166 lakewood
can’t take advice from no broke n_gga, f_ck i look like?
shawty gon’ eat up the d_ck, say it taste good
hah, louis v hightops on the court wood
you gon’ lose if you cook it, but i bet it snort good
amiri jeans fittin’ me tight, still got the strap on me, n_gga
i’m the boss, mean that i got a faculty, n_gga
sack_chasing b_tches tryna tackle a n_gga
do it for an image, you a wrestler, n_gga
real dope boy outside your woods and the rest of the n_ggas
tryna take a n_gga soul, get the best of a n_gga
big margiela, get stepped on, lil’ n_gga
real vvs’s, put the tester on ’em, n_gga
go up with the plug like a tester, lil’ n_gga
i’ll send his ass to heaven, i’ll flex that lil’ n_gga
[chorus]
f_ck what they talkin’ ’bout
can’t take advice from no n_gga ain’t had sh_t
actin’ tough, we gon’ stomp ’em out
b_tch, i got syrup like the waffle house
speak on my name, we gon’ shoot it out
they catchin’ bodies like beckham, it’s hot in my hood
callin’ plays like i’m belichick
i make that b_tch f_ck the homies, she’d do it for free
that’s her fault, still gon’ need my check
i tat the hood on my neck so don’t ask for a photo
i’m a crip, you ain’t gotta check
we don’t do beefin’ on internets
he claim he a k!ller, i’m into that
tryna be hood, well, i’m really that
p_ssy plottin’ on robbin’ my partner, he silly cat
i show his ass where the billi’ at, yeah

[verse 2]
hop out with rugers and shoot just like belichick
i put a price on the p_ssy, ain’t sellin’ that
watch how i move ’cause these n_ggas be tellin’ it
i got the pigeons, we turn ’em to pelicans
trap money good, i give f_ck ’bout a felony
stick on me, let that b_tch sing like it’s patti labelle on me
just go to transam with them bricks and it fell on me
we cook up the bricks like we keenan and kel on ’em
can’t call you my b_tch if you ain’t drop no bale on ’em
molly done, f_ck a few hoes and i bail on ’em
pop out with sticks, better run nfl on ’em
drac’ on the side of your hide, get the bell on ’em
[verse 3: desto dubb]
i’m in the benz with the seat back
i put your face where my feet at
i got a stash where the seat at
eighty a line, boy, i need that
i got your b_tch gettin’ t__th back
i’m in a wraith with expired tags
i’m with the crips with the blue rags
i got your b_tch on her kneecaps
i’m poppin’ the percs where the geeks at
boy, that’s not gucci, you big cap
boy, that’s your b_tch, but i hit that
i paid a dub and got six back
n_gga a b_tch, rollin’ zigzags
up on rodeo with big bags
i got a pint, where this grip at?
i need some lean, where this cris’ at?

[chorus]
look, f_ck what they talkin’ ’bout
can’t take advice from no n_gga ain’t had sh_t
actin’ tough, we gon’ stomp ’em out
b_tch, i got syrup like the waffle house
speak on my name, we gon’ shoot it out
they catchin’ bodies like beckham, it’s hot in my hood
callin’ plays like i’m belichick
i make that b_tch f_ck the homies, she’d do it for free
that’s her fault, still gon’ need my check
i tat the hood on my neck so don’t ask for a photo
i’m a crip, you ain’t gotta check
we don’t do beefin’ on internets
he claim he a k!ller, i’m into that
tryna be hood, well, i’m really that
p_ssy plottin’ on robbin’ my partner, he silly cat
i show his ass where the billi’ at, yeah

- osbs hoodrich pablo juan desto dubb

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