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hoolibaby neeno – 24 lyrics

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[intro]
uh ohhhhh
that boy act a fool

[chorus]
country boy i got the city in a choke hold
what you need? b+tch we got it by the boatload
dope, hoes, money, guns, n++++ keep the door closed
law askin’ questions, better tell ’em that you don’t know
wipe me down, im in this b+tch feelin like [?]
my lil potna out his body, he just popped a pill
he tried to squash it, stop it i popped the steel
she know that roxy full of fentanyl but she gon pop it still

[verse 1]
jewlery hit like christmas lights, she gon get some d+ck tonight
she call me her superman, that sloppy top my kryptonite
she treat you like a lame, cause you wеak and dont hit it right
thats why she over herе, she know big neeno gonna get her right
plus i been with all that, rappin, trapping, jacking too
who that talking about spinnin, check my jacket i get active too
high as f+ck, know im fly as f+ck, i need a parachute
suck it and you swallow everything, i might just marry you

[verse 2]
one perc, two perc, three perc
squeeze first, im tryna put sum on a t+shirt
lil rappin b+tch, she tryna f+ck me for a free verse
but f+ck that, ion want that p+ssy i need g’s first
cut that lil hoe off, cuz she was acting like i need her
went and sn+tched another b+tch, she eat d+ck till her knees burn
stepped on sh+t so many times, my motherf+ckin’ feet hurt
before i goto sleep, i say my prayers and sip my lean first
slidin with that dotta, he just got outt the can
you been coolin, but you play and we start spinnin like a fan
i been ridin tryna find them n++++s, trollin on the gram
who you smokin? n++++s bogus, you a hoe dig up yo mans
b+tch i rob like 4+9 n++++, ride with like 4 or 5 pistols
body drop, be quiet n++++, better keep that iron with you
put that on the guys, you gon die when i collide with you
tell em come outside, cuz its hard to k!ll a hidin n++++
[chorus]
country boy i got the city in a choke hold
what you need? b+tch we got it by the boatload
dope, hoes, money, guns, n++++ keep the door closed
law askin’ questions, better tell ’em that you don’t know

[outro]
be quiet n++++
yeah, big taliban 4l n++++



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