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hood tali - johnny test lyrics

[intro]
(you think you know me)

[chrous]
ain’t no love come from my city, b+tch my bag from outta state
don’t want that p+ssy two times, once we f+ck, she outta date
if i get caught, i know my b+tch gon’ leave, she tired of my mistakes
granny kicked me out her kitchen ’cause the pyrex ’bout to break
n+ggas rockin’ fake designer, n+gga i can’t relate
i got too much pride, i spend that bag and make it shake
i have my n+gga three tries, he caught a body second day
i just dropped two 4’s for me and doggy, that’s a eight

[verse]
roll up five different n+ggas, and thеm p+ssies smokin’ grass
b+tch, i’ma die by my respеct
if you play, you lay, p+ssy boy, i promise not a threat
my n+ggas bodies cold cases, we clean up but make a mess
i go everywhere with my doggy, johnny test
bro advanced with both hands, it don’t matter right or left
i can’t say my n+gga name, but i gotta tip my hat
push this straight to cuttin’ blocks, we bustin’ rights and bangin’ lefts
get the glizzy, ben 10, n+gga that’s a different flex
aye, that thing up on the bag, that boy so dangerous
glock 29, ben 10, you could keep the nines
he got a 40 or a pan, it still ain’t beatin’ mine
bangin’ 40’s and .45’s, finger f+ck it with one hand
showin’ off, i tried to whip the tent, it almost broke my hand
and respect, they keep it everywhere, you never feel neglected
i know my city well, i know that block, i know you think you safe
tryna walk off ‘fore that trial, but n+gga, i shot up in his face
we real efficient with the bait
i live my life just like the mob, b+tch call me tali genevieve
lil cosa nostra, we k!ll you and makin’ sp+ces in your grave
got a text, you supposed to throw back for them n+ggas you done lost
text back, n+ggas lookin’ bad, seen him with his dogs, prices high, ain’t no bargain
i still could get it off, n+ggas askin’ all these questions
you gotta pick, what’s your color?
you know a n+gga can’t afford it if he ask how much it cost
got on skinnies, they not regular, you know just what they cost
thirteen hunnid for my skinnies, somethin’ light, i f+cked it all
adk and pink 50’s, color yum+yum sauce
b+tch, is not a stain on me, chicken, chicken, rubber bands, i got four wings on me
[chrous]
ain’t no love come from my city, b+tch my bag from outta state
i don’t want that p+ssy two times, once we f+ck, she outta date
i get caught, i know my b+tch gon’ leave, she tired of my mistakes
granny kicked me out her kitchen ’cause the pyrex ’bout to break
n+ggas rockin’ fake designer, n+gga i cannot relate
i got too much pride, i spend that bag and make it shake
gave my n+gga three tries, he caught a homi, second day
i just dropped two 4’s for me and doggy, that’s a eight

- hood tali lyrics

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