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[huddy
Yo, only got bars so let me cut to the chase
Fuckin' wit' stase, I caught a buck in the
I got the set me up, everybody's drinkin'
Kid timmy actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending,
'cause his game didn't work
He didn't know the about to get him merc
He tried to kiss her
Yo, that's my man sister
Swung on him, but he the toaste in my ear
I shoulda known he had posted in here
So I waited 'till the was clear
And he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah

Yo, hud is the type, give him an inch? he takin' a
see, he the type 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
why he always caught up in some damn foul play
Talkin' 'bout I at nine, he killin' time
And he checked the time on his wrist
He somewhere lying to a chick
Talkin' he rich, no, it ain't right
How he gon' leave my big brother mase and overnight
He wouldn't sell us out or us out
But wit' hud, we ain't even get to bail him out

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

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

Hey yo, meeno, hey yo, this is man
go loon
Tell him what you told him you was tell him when you see him

Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man
Went out like a straight
For a face, a slim waist, sweet perfume
Can't this shit
Second week in june, second in cancun
Pop by the full moon and the stars is bright
Pray to God that I catch me a slide
But of course, loon gets drunk starts to floss
Runnin' his yap 'bout the chick he toss
chick 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, still to war

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