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concrete boys, karrahbooo & camo - hit diff lyrics

[intro: camo]
yeah (phew, phew)
(pssst)

[verse 1: camo]
took her out the trap
i’m in and out the bank so much it startin’ to sound like cap
n+ggas try to peek my next move need a map
my brother do you like ordering water at a cheap restaurant and get you tapped
i just made a 7 before 10 like its cr+ps
i just point a finger, they took strap out his lap
i can’t control my n+ggas, what they do is what they do
knowledge over money, you said i’m stupid, who the f+ck told you?
put my fingers inside her holes, i’m tryna bowl you
drop the pin right now, i’m on the way so i can show you
50 pints, touchdown, dc finna have a field day
jewish people tryna crunch numbers on what i pay
ovo, concrеte tied in, we can’t sharе, nda
my b+tch hate, i talk so much, but that’s what gets the bills paid

[chorus: camo]
concrete in the double m, and no, b+tch, that’s not minute maid
can’t take my n+ggas nowhere, pourin’ fours inside they lemonade
i like f+cking b+tches that get money, it hit different
fifty+thousand dollars on my neck and it hit different
my brother pistol like an athlete contract, made of money, plus it came with extensions
you b+tches movin’ birds like you working for benson
i was tryna f+ck, now i’m stuck hearing her venting
it hit different, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
it hit different, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
it hit different, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
it hit different, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
it hit different, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
it hit different, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
it hit different, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
it hit different, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b+tch
[verse 2: karrahboo]
the hoes wish i was lesbian, these n+ggas think i am (ooh)
i don’t ever leave amendments man (mwah)
shoutout all my b+tches getting rich off pics (mmm)
grown men be on my d+ck, warning these b+tches (on god)
chrome rolex, told ’em my timing is different (mhm)
two cuban chains, i talked to god and he listened (d+mn)
chasin’ rap n+ggas be these bum hoes’ mission, that’s the reason i don’t clique up with none of these b+tches (okay, cool)
i been moving with the guys, i’m the black sheep (who)
n+gga make a move on me, i shoot him in his meat (brrt)
shoot him in his d+ck, walking with a baby stick (prrr)
big booo, i’m not the 2, i’m rocking old rick (prrr)
all in all, sh+t, now, b+tch a whole l!ck
solo steppin, i ain’t ever had a [?]
n+ggas say i’m getting on and bringing up some old sh+t
you couldn’t f+ck the rich booo if you tried, b+tch
(kb)

- concrete boys karrahbooo camo lyrics

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