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[huddy
Yo, got twelve bars so let me cut to the chase
Fuckin' wit' stase, I caught a in the face
I got the set me up, drinkin' henney
Kid named timmy friendly
Grabbed her by offending,
Hurt 'cause his game work
He didn't know the alchohol's to get him merc
He tried to french her
Yo, that's my man twin
Swung on him, but he the toaste in my ear
I known he had people posted in here
So I waited 'till the coast was
And when he off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah

Yo, hud is the type, give him an inch? he takin' a
'cause see, he the of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he come, he got ta come by eight
But hud don't listen what I say
He do it his way, instead of our way
That's why he always caught up in some damn play
Talkin' I said at nine, he killin' time
And he ain't checked the time on his
He probably lying to a chick
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it right
How he gon' leave my big brother mase and jell
He wouldn't us out or yell us out
But messin' wit' hud, we even get to bail him out

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

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Cardie, when you grow up? you need to get chips
Stack dough up, your flow up, 'cause 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 hang out, 'bout, but he cost too much
And meeno, that's my dog, but he too much
And blink, fake pretty boy, soft as
Oh damn, if I get touched, we all get touched
Go against harlem world and we toss you up

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

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

Hey yo, you just mad 'cause my drop dead
And you mad 'cause I went to got head
You fed, I'm doin' it and gettin' more bread
Why your block hotter a nuclear warhead
You more fed 'cause my are stacked up
While you most of your day baggin' your cracks up
You fat
Hope you get hit by a truck
And don't come around and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma you to a vacant 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