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hodgy - jamba lyrics

papa ain’t call even though he saw me on tv, it’s all good (f-ck you)
but now my b-lls, b-lls deep in this broad’s jaws, swallow girl, it’s just nutt
b-tches scared to let me smash on they -ss
yeah they heard i’m f-ckin’ nuts like the swag of a f-g
like me and tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
camp floggnaw n-gga you can tell by the badge
(p-ss me my inhaler)
i’m sick of hacking and coughing, i’m often this f-cking awesome
i’m animals, noah’s ark, and often just rapping nonsense
four stories in my home like “what the f-ck’s an apartment?”
get sh-t popping like peter’s pores during p-b-rty
and take bets on how quick tyler can reach maturity
cussing out siri like a waitress with no patience
oh, you want a tip b-tch, well here’s my d-ck for grat-turity, b-tch

shut em’ down!
n-gga shut em’ down!
shut em’ down!

i tumble crush on hodgy’s sl-ts, give money up then nutty, but
professor nutty buddy clumpkin’s petty when you touch his lunch
like “what the f-ck? i’m drunk as f-ck,” turn the f-cking music up
so i can hear these stupid f-cks, talk no walk, like you discussed
you talking too much, “who the f-ck are you to us, uterus?”
i put that on my p-b-s and nuts, if i don’t begin moving up, i’m shooting up
you and her, crew on turf, new dessert
i can see the b-tch in a n-gga through his shirt
i can smell the ho in the b-tch flocking ’round my crew to flirt
it’s on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it’s the movement first
f-ck a human nurse, i’m ill, i use this earth to infuse the birth
of my scr-t-m on the channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my lou
get hip to the pew, you can drink p-ss and eat a d-ck in a few
the sickening view, a visual woos, i eat your ribs, i’m a wolf
then meet your kids after school and give ’em drugs cause it’s cool (f-cker)

shut em’ down!
n-gga shut em’ down!
shut em’ down!

hodgy, f-ck this beat, n-gga let’s smoke weed
that sh-t i need, be the sh-t that’s green, a little purple and pink
get some swisher sweets, about three up, four more, then leave it be
i got a eight i could face, i got a blunt flavored grape
i hate the grape i can taste it when i’m inhaling the vapes
you can smell us in places when we walk
and our clothing is always covered in flakes
enough for two shake blunts and “what the f-ck is this?”
i think this mary is laced, my heart is beating at paces that pacquiao can relate
i’m f-cking faded like gradient
sh-t i’m stuck like the tape that’s super glued
to the center of kelly price first waist
it’s like my first date with mrs. mary, this sh-t is scary
the paranoia from this marijuana is very heavy, i’m lifted
fainted by my fifth hit, lionel p-ss the sherm
let’s use this philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipsh-t

come on my n-gga you don’t even smoke, you weak as f-ck my n-gga
you do not smoke, no tux my n-gga, you’re as weak as f your b-tt my n-gga
oh mark -ss n-gga, come oh my god, bro here comes that weak -ss n-gga samuel

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