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[huddy
Yo, only got twelve so let me cut to the chase
Fuckin' wit' stase, I a buck in the face
I got the set me up, everybody's drinkin'
Kid named timmy actin'
her by offending, sure
Hurt 'cause his game work
He didn't the alchohol's about to get him merc
He to french kiss her
Yo, my man twin sister
Swung on him, but he threw the in my ear
I shoulda he had people posted in here
So I waited 'till the was clear
And when he off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah

Yo, hud is the type, give him an he takin' a yard
'cause see, he the of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by
But hud don't never what I say
He do it his way, instead of our way
That's why he caught up in some damn foul play
Talkin' 'bout I said at nine, he time
And he ain't the time on his wrist
He probably somewhere lying to a
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't
How he leave my big brother mase and jell overnight
He sell us out or yell us out
But messin' wit' hud, we ain't even get to him out

I can't believe nigga hud tried to blame it on me
We on the i-95, jars on my seat
I'm hopin' cops don't be prejudiced, if not we eat
You what that mean, shut up hud, keep drivin' the jeep
We got about ten miles, we don' did ten
I stayed, knowing hud? he gon' gas you to stay
I'm tellin' hud, yo, over we ain't pissed since penn state
The all foggy, plus we got temp plates
Now hud steady streetin', not and yappin'
Smokin' buddah straight from cuba, 'bout to this ain't happen
I ain't tryin' to point no fingers but it's all hud's
If he wasn't speedin' no weed we woulda never got caught

combs]
Cardie, when you grow up? you need to get chips
Stack dough up, switch your flow up, your single was a donut
Baby stase, need to learn to stay in the
And mase, that's your twin, tell her out my face
And loon, my man but he floss too much
He wanna hang out, 'bout, but he cost too
And meeno, that's my dog, but he too much
And blink, fake boy, soft as butt
Oh damn, if I get touched, we gon' all get
Go against harlem and we gon' toss you up

Hey yo, meeno, hey yo, is cuda man
There go
Tell him you told him you was gon' tell him when you see him

Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man
Went out a straight buffoon
For a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet
Can't believe this
Second in june, second night in cancun
Pop cris' by the full moon and the is bright
Pray to God that I catch me a slide
But of course, loon drunk then starts to floss
Runnin' his yap 'bout the chick he toss
Same from tour, all I got was jaw
He's all in love, it all before
Sucka' for love, is man for a whore
And until this day, goin' to war

Hey yo, you just mad 'cause my drop dead
And you mad 'cause I went to cancun got
You fed, 'cause I'm doin' it and gettin' bread
Why block hotter than a nuclear warhead
You fed 'cause my pockets are stacked up
While you spend most of your day baggin' your up
You fat
Hope you get hit by a mack
And don't come around and front and get tapped up
up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you to a lot, dare you to act up
So up, 'cause I know you don't like me
But just know you won't get a to fight me
Loon, all out