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hoodbaby peppa - evil eye lyrics

[intro]
on god fosho
yeah yeah, yeah
yeah yeah, yeah
yeah yeah, on god
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i hop in the car ain’t nowhere to go
jus did a drill so i cannot go home
made him do a line
thought he was a cop
jakes hit my trap got me flushing my dope
from the most hated hood man
you already know
fourteen cooking up on my momma stove
i’m a product of my hood
mama raised me good
i been traumatized
yeah i realize
she a gemini
i’m an evil eye
sorry bae i lied
give me one more time
i ain’t mean to lie
i just need some time
i know she gon take my back
oh yeah
fell in love with trappin
fell in love with you
and you know a n+gga got his gun too
throw it back
i like how you twerk on that
[verse]
throw it back
i like how you twerk on that
from the back
she like how i blow her back
i met a girl who’se as real as my momma
i can’t stop f+ckin’ hoes
and she got my glizz in her purse
double down that’s the worst for you, yeah
let’s take it
way way way way way way back
went to school had the 9 in my f+ckin’ napsack
mama crying over jail calls can’t go back
i want racks yeah
h+lla brackets
girl i know i made you mad
i told you no strings attached
who told you got get a tatt
yeah, white b+tches working
she bringing cash in
on god, yeah
don’t tell me you love me
i wanna see action
on god, yeah

[chorus]
i hop in the car ain’t nowhere to go
jus did a drill so i cannot go home
made him do a line
thought he was a cop
jakes hit my trap got me flushing my dope
from the most hated hood man
you already know
fourteen cooking up on my momma stove
i’m a product of my hood
mama raised me good
i been traumatized
yeah i realize
she a gemini
i’m an evil eye
sorry bae i lied
give me one more time
i ain’t mean to lie
i just need some time
i know she gon take my back
oh yeah
fell in love with trappin
fell in love with you
and you know a n+gga got his gun too
throw it back
i like how you twerk on that
[verse]
she might get a gucci bag
how you want a birkin
you ain’t even workin
barely sucked me up
you ain’t even earned it
f+ckin in the back seat man she nervous
bet she eat me up, cause she like my verses
i’m really tryn’ hit on her friend again
bet she gon suck, cause her friend got purses
you ain’t getting sh+t, i’m a different person
i heard you a freak, tell me what’s the verdict
know i cheated, i ain’t perfect
we was going straight, started swervin
know you hurting’ bae i’m workin
i can’t f+ck up i got mama at home
i’m sorry mom gotta roll with a chrome
i wish my pops woulda taught me the ropes
on god

- hoodbaby peppa lyrics

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