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frenchie - hunnit thousand lyrics

[intro]
squad! uhhhh
(dayum son where’d you find this?)
three 6 mafia

[hook: frenchie]
my b-tches bring me your whole stero-status
i run this trick from juicy j to project pat, uhhh
gold t–th, playing music, bussin’ slabs
sippin’ that drank, that put me on my back
yeee, i’m a hunnit thousand, my swagga hunnit thousand
i made a hunnit thousand, off that public housin’
a hunnit thousand, i’m so one hunnit mane
brick squad, thats what i’m yellin’ mane

[verse 1: frenchie]
bandz a make her dance, juicy j’s her dad
i’m in the hood, like project pat
i’m sipping dat drank, that drank leave a n-gga so low, low
i’m taking your b-tch, like limbo i make her go low, low
bricksquad losing, that ain’t common sense
ever since shirt off, i’ve been seeing common sense
sippin’ on some sizzurp, i want her i’m gon’ get her
your man just checked your phone, and he just saw my picture

[verse 2: project pat]
n-ggas say they keep it real, yeah real police
when these mothaf-cking foney sh-t ever sees [?]
look you suckas in yo eyes while the burners raise
while you pleading for your life, shoot you in yo face
[?], or to the opposition
a n-gga run up with yo pack, or they own yo snitch on
out the kitchon, a hundred thousand money flip on
all this rattin’ out here mane, gon’ make me start pip on

- frenchie lyrics

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