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gunna - left hook lyrics

[intro]
that boy is benihana

[chorus]
sprayin’ at the opp block
please do not bust off his top bruh (please!)
it’s a [?] an elantra
cheese and the stuff in my [?]
i’m ridin’ with the left hook
i’m cookin’ like the chef cook
i’m ridin’ with the left hook
i’m cooking like the chef cook
sprayin’ at the opp block
please do not bust off his top bruh (please!)
it’s a [?] an elantra
cheese and the stuffing in my [?]
i’m ridin’ with the left hook
i’m cookin’ like the chef cook
i’m ridin’ with the left hook
i’m cookin’ like the chef cook

[verse 1]
i ride around with the left hook
we drawed on our p-ssy boy, he get to speaking bro, he was [?]
you can tell by the way that i step in this b-tch
i wasn’t ever shook
you can tell by the way i left that little b-tch
i didn’t give a f-ck, nah i didn’t give a f-ck
cause i’m not a rookie, i’ma smoke pounds of the cookie
she gon’ come down and play hookie
these b-tches wanna get down but they [?]
they want get down with the drip
they f-ck around and- they gonna drown in -ss
spike your drank make you take a sip, where is the stash?
we be surrounding that
he claiming game but he sweet
boy what the f-ck, who is allowing that
she sucked on the d-ck and i gave her the s-m-n, see men she getting doused in it
i stuff all the [?] wit’ the dope, feel like pablo, i put a car in that
i turned a dorm room into a trap spot wit’ the pot
and i ain’t [?] housing yeah

[chorus]
benihana
sprayin’ at the opp block
please do not bust off his top bruh (please!)
it’s a [?] an elantra
cheese and the stuff in my [?]
i’m ridin’ with the left hook
i’m cookin’ like the chef cook
i’m ridin’ with the left hook
i’m cooking like the chef cook
sprayin’ at the opp block
please do not bust off his top bruh (please!)
it’s a [?] an elantra
cheese and the stuffing in my [?]
i’m ridin’ with the left hook
i’m cookin’ like the chef cook
i’m ridin’ with the left hook
i’m cookin’ like the chef cook

[verse 2]
sprayin’ at the opp block
i’m eatin’ good pasta like mobsters
i be on the block like ibaka
pull up and i’m strapped up like shontas (shontas)
baby gave me top ’til i [?]
i’ve been sellin’ bars, think it’s hotspot (hotspot)
no, please do not bust off his top bruh
we takin’ sh-t if he act like a hot shot
i got your b-tch, take her panties and bra off
we havin’ real strap, you got that airsoft
i swingin’ these b-tches, i’m feelin’ like golf ball
perc got me itchin’ i’m waiting to wear off
i pop the bean, i can’t even lie
i want the green [?] the slime
i got your b-tch, i’m breakin’ her spine
i’m on an opp block, and i keep my nine
f-ck these little opps i’m gonna roll up a blunt
john made a bomb like a rocket launcher
i hit the party and spark up the punch
i got everybody geekin’ for
drank when we gotta pull up ’bout somethin’
monkey that lil’ n-gga, that be two drums
you don’t want no smoke, like you ain’t got no lungs
i’m spraying [?] block

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