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poethang – love 4 my hood lyrics

now if you love yo money let me hear you say ” hey! dont f-ck with my money!”
and if you love getting money let me hear you say ” hey ! dont f-ck with my money!”

now let me hear you say take money money take money money take it
” take money money take money money take it”
now let me hear you say make money money take money money take it
” make money money make money money ! ”
(hook)
love for my hood is so good
st.clair in the house ‘ don’t talk down
better watch yo mouth (×3)

(verse 1)

its wonderful day everybody doing so good and just feeling
so great and no hate at this pict-tular moment but the crooks are still killing
putting endings to livings then n-gg-s get shook like they swimming
b-tches hook up and chilling with siblings
but remember everybody in the hood is not kidding
eating that popeye’s cooking & chillen , and puffing on ganja
i’m incredible checkin yo residue but hecky no stop flexing yo rasta
talking that tough sh-t can’t walk with roughness uh huh you a impostor
in cleveland we m-th-f-ckin hevens you better believe it ‘ we thieving and monstas
buckin and boomin bullets thru rooms like blocka ‘ once the weapon spray
i’ll be setting and record straight ‘ put hole in you you like the letter a
you a kevin gates f-ck n-gg- ‘ talking sh-t
puttin filters on videos is the time when spark the clips
turn the hulk real quick , go off anf speak more of the g the code
be aware st.clair send heat blows shots like free throws
demandin any random gansta who handle street goals when we deep yo
that means putting glock up and getting the gums on a n-gg-s teeth swole
the beef froze ‘ oh oh it ain’t on fire no more
got rid of the fakes ain’t no liers no more so
let’s creep like tlc ‘ give low blows
always with solo polo and holding my 4 so no mo can come close this pro doe
squat my posters ‘ i run with lots of mobsters
im finna turn up like a heard maury told me & say i’m not the father
f-ck them cops & robbers once i pop & shot cha ‘ you m-th-f-ckas drop you shoppers
got glocks & choppers that go bow like waka flaka

love for my hood is so good
st.clair in the house ‘ don’t talk down
better watch yo mouth (x4)

(verse 2)

i get crazed in a big rage , clique the gauge then spit
bullets thru yo rib cage get hit , b-tch get yo crib sprayed and kids slayed
i grip k’s and sh-t
then throwing up letters like delta
pouring up to the old heads and fellas is feeling golden like zelda
dividing 100 no guilta
im poppin on my sky , i flip the perfection and inject the ammention , connection like wifi
im shooting the fifths and moving the bricks ‘ idyssey chop it up hy-ya
i’m really just beyond it i’m just like my god
ivory like riding my bikes ‘ fight like dike we know
outta spite firing the pipe ‘ sliding the knife thru the beef yo
fly it right by tonight ‘ changing banging slanging real hard
ganging hanging flaming flaming always remaining to kill yall

love for my hood is so good
st.clair in the house ‘ don’t talk down
better watch yo mouth (x8)

- poethang lyrics

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