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doe boy & kenny beats - beezy e lyrics

[intro: doe boy & key!]
’cause the boys in the hood are always hard
beezy
woah, kenny!

[chorus]
slidin’ through the hood in my new ghost
i’m f-cking a b-tch, i’m cuffing a hoe
went on the block to check the trap
young n—-s outside tryna sell me a mac (let’s go)
a car pulled up, who can it be?
p-ssy -ss opp tryna slide on me
he rolled down the window and he started to say (started to say)
who couldn’t say sh-t i shot him dead in the face (let’s go)

[verse 1]
woke up quick at about noon
just thought that i had to be on [?] ave. soon
i gotta grab my gun before my day begin
’cause i need it when i kick it with my thug -ss friends
got a .50 in his clip, he think he slidin’ down this b-tch
think he slidin’, must ain’t never thought ’bout dyin’ ’round this b-tch
i was twelve years old tryna ride for the clique
i just told your hoe i loved her, i was lyin’ to your b-tch (oh, really?)
you can’t ask about no beezy, they will tell you he blow
cops question ’bout a murder, yeah, they swear i know
young n—a on the block tryna sell me a pole
lil mike j tryna sell a gun he just stole

[chorus]
slidin’ through the hood in my new ghost
i’m f-cking a b-tch, i’m cuffing a hoe (let’s go)
went on the block to check the trap
young n—-s outside tryna sell me a mac (oh really)
a car pulled up, who can it be?
p-ssy -ss opp tryna slide on me
he rolled down the window and he started to say (started to say)
who couldn’t say sh-t i shot him dead in the face (let’s go)

[verse 2]
you think he gangta but he p-ssy, no, your man’s not with it
safe figures spot a couple hundred bands locked in it
yellow tape on the block, yeah, headshot did it
n—a rolled his window down, then his head dropped with it
bald lil n—a, and i barely don’t listen
let you cuff the b-tch, i just f-ck and go missing
rbmg, b-tch, we play with extensions
only time my card was pulled when i was playing in prison (no cap)
yeah, them boys in the hood, they think they hard
’til you catch ’em outside, leave ’em dead in the yard
when i pull up with that choppa, i ain’t playin’ at all
shouldn’t o’ tried to be a gangsta, shoulda kept playin’ ball (oh, really?)

[outro]
(boys in the hood, they always hard)
let’s go

- doe boy kenny beats lyrics

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