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hp boyz - m1 lyrics

[intro]
catch my gs on the m1
now all my gs do runs
that’s older and that’s young

[verse 1]
why you lyin’? (lyin’)
you’re not a friend of mine, uh
don’t care what whip you drive
and your wardrobe’s old designs
you cannot buy my loyalty
and push my pride aside, uh (push it)
and i know the vibes
in the t house with my guys
gotta watch out for these spies
feds pull up, dressed up, disguise
so you gotta be wise
see through lies, direct your time (uh)
’cause i can’t trust n0body (nah)
the t hot like wasabi (uh)
blueprint what we study (zoom)
this is the street life derby

[chorus]
catch my gs on the m1 (one)
got mary in the passenger and got her in my lungs
now all my gs do runs (ay)
that’s older and that’s young (of course)
and they’re out on the road all day
tryna turn food into funds (uh)
that sugar cane into rum
[verse 2]
ayy, bring that back, let me make slap (slap)
big racks, so i had to adapt
so i’m heavily involved in rap
five gold, couldn’t care ’bout plaques
see us movin’ like bees in the trap
couldn’t fit in my circle, not many involved in that
i ain’t goin’, i’m ghostin’ that
out in the field, they don’t know how to act
tell the people to go out, they know where we at
man are all just bait and i couldn’t relate
and it’s still free s and fred in the cage
free the boys, i’ll say it on stage
they already know the vibe when i hop out the wraith
they know it’s not safe, don’t play no games
but

[chorus]
catch my gs on the m1 (one)
got mary in the passenger and i got her in my lungs
now all my gs do runs (ay)
that’s older and that’s young (of course)
and they’re out on the road all day
tryna turn food into funds (uh)
that sugar cane into rum
[verse 3]
but i never was out tryna chase that fame
see me bop like diddy and dre
real hitta, gotta get that cake
get that cake, yeah, get scooped like pieces of crème brûlée
get on the mic like jay, the flames
got time like flavor flav
i’m fitted in the game, i’m tailor+made
and i guess i need a raise
yeah, i changed my minimum wage
they notice my gs now, ’cause they know what we sell
got os and gs and pounds
real ones through my ups and downs
i forgot, unlimited vowels
our loud level up pound for pound

[verse 4]
i’m not childish like gambino
i need that green like cee lo
my life is like a movie
somethin’ like tarantino
right now i’m in a dd, dreamin’ of a lamborghini
i chase that bag, that mulah
i might cop me some jeweller
them fiends, they want that food
my cuz, we got that too
no complications, i’m straight
to the point, my game, my voice, yeah, yeah
hp, we them hectic boys
got whips in the back like troy
was in the ring like izzy and floyd
but you still
[chorus]
catch my gs on the m1 (one)
got mary in the passenger and got her in my lungs
now all my gs do runs (ay)
that’s older and that’s young (of course)
and they’re out on the road all day
tryna turn food into funds (uh)
that sugar cane into rum

[outro]
catch my gs on the m1
got mary in the passenger and got her in my lungs
now all my gs do runs
that’s older and that’s young
and they’re out on the road all day
tryna turn food into funds

- hp boyz lyrics

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