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hunna g - haze freestyle lyrics

[intro]
aight, look, uh
(hunna, i’m home)

[verse]
real life sh+t, i only listen to my o.g.’s
f+ck these street rap b+tches, b+tches is phonies
food stamps and purse, b+tch think she a bad b+tch
i ordered a oyster fettucine served with the bou+guettes
rich white n+gga put a ring on it, guess he couldn’t wait
told me i was gorgeous, carats size of a [?]
you know how i’m rockin’? hood b+tch with an expensive taste
i got this white n+gga, brown p+ssy in his face
he got a wife and i ain’t fit to be no mistress
true that n+gga head though, show my ass and he just kissed it
got the information on his knees, askin’ how i did it
said it doesn’t matter, slide ten k and i might forget it
b+tches is snakes, comin’ ’round hissin’ ’em sneak disses
might need a blow to steal my [?], sound like heat hissin’
i will get tiffany’s diamonds, b+tch, you could only wish
you could dare so watch your mouth before i bust your f+cking lip
real colorful b+tch with a stick i’m funding
sweet as a dream; pull some sh+t, i pull a gun quick
off with they heads like the queen of hearts, did a gun trick
except for this chick—i ain’t shoot her ’cause she was dumb thick
bald n+gga, never miss a spot, i call him mr. clean
made him gargle with my p+ssy juice, call it listerine
he gon’ [?] me out, talk a big game, we big pimpin’
never met a slim b+tch with crack p+ssy, big [?]
[?], now you wanna send me pictures of his d+ck
i’m like, “nah, he gotta go ‘less he was moaning like a b+tch”
real nasty sh+t; nasty b+tch, give me a call
dumb+ass b+tches talkin’ sh+t, go f+ck ’em all (all, all—)

- hunna g lyrics

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