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afn peso – doughhunt lyrics

[intro]
n-gga you got me f-cked up
out here f-ckin’ with these weak -ss hoes like you don’t know where home is n-gga
answer your d-mn phone
keep f-ckin’ playin’ with me, that’s why i got the homies lookin’ for your -ss

[verse 1: afn peso]
lookin’ for me? check these streets
smokin’ like chiefs, sippin’ lean like this sh-t free
poured a six in a deuce, i was gone after the three
i don’t sip green, b-tch please, that sh-t cheap
straight dough hunting, yeah, and we don’t stop
i never had sh-t and now they hate on what i got
focused on my knots, play with that, i grab the glock
tell that b-tch to knock ’em while the homie raid the spot
straight dough hunting, yeah, you know the mob
same n-ggas ran up on you at your job
n-gga you ain’t pimpin’, your baby mama a ho b-tch
she like how i spend big bands, be gettin’ blowed quick
boss sh-t, yeah, that’s just the goon though
chop suey totin’, it split n-ggas like field goals
case closed, weird -ss n-ggas don’t get no pesos
touch this gold, send shooters for what they paid for
headshot, closed curtain, these n-ggas g5
p-r-p’s, n-gga please, got pimp levis
balmain jeans, me and deez spent like sixteen
big -ss thirties, only gave the n-gga like sixteen
marley and anoka, trippin’, tryna blam that
poured off the hi-tech, b-tch where my act at?
mcm bag fully loaded, where the strap at?
if she ain’t got no dope tell that stupid ho to back back
goonies, yeah, you know the gang
same n-ggas ran up on you for that chain
don’t play tough, get bucked and get banged
n-ggas know what i claim, we dough hunting for cake

[chorus: afn peso]
n-gga dough hunting, yeah, you know the mob
same n-ggas ran up on you and did jaws
same n-ggas ran up on you for that chain
don’t play tough, you know what i claim
my n-ggas dough hunting, dough hunting
my n-ggas dough hunting, dough hunting

[verse 2: afn peso]
and none of is lazy, bussing out the foreign no 380
n-gga thought i was a rapper till this sh-t got slim shady
b-tch pay me
buckin’ on this b-tch name mercedes
but she whippin in the honda and her baby daddy hate me
cuz he know ima real n-gga, he just couldn’t deal wit it
gave her some dope d-ck, but b-tch you got 10 minutes
i’m anxious
and i be hardly on the same sh-t, runnin up a check, still with the ones i hang with an bang with
never been a type a n-gga to lane switch
unless i’m in a drop top
blow her never pop shop
40 wit a hot spot
pimping out a hot thot
heard she gave you hot top
n-gga better stop stop, da goon
ya, you know my name b-tch
hit me on instagram
never see me scared to say sh-t
we dough hunting, ya, you better recognize
n-ggas be some broke boys, see me we cannot socialize
you feel me
this sh-t for real i be tryna go an get it, gotta get it out the feel
this sh-t for real
ya, f-ck a deal if i gotta go an get it i’mma get it outta bill
ya feel
yea, ya feel me
ha, i know you do
real sh-t

-outro music-

- afn peso lyrics

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