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hvn - south lyrics

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[chorus]
yellow bone ho tryna f+ck me
hit for hours like rugby
intermission pause, i’m back in
afterwards tryna get to know me
i’m d+gg+ng that ho like greyhound
’98 versace in ’14
20 the beamer with red eyes
i’m crossing that n+gga he gon’ die
yellow bone hoe tryna f+ck me
hit for hours like rugby
intermission pause, i’m back in
afterwards tryna get to know me
i’m d+gg+ng that ho like greyhound
’98 versace in ’14
20 the beamer with red eyes
i’m crossing that n+gga he gon’ die

[verse 1]
eating some steak at the cheesecake
i’m in the back keep it low key
3 deep me, bad b+tch and a fn tuck in my tight ass rickys
designer sh+t keep my so sticky
pink hat swag feeling like timmy
she in college, christmas break i’ma turn her
lil’ hoe in my business like vicky
pass to the bro now she mad at me
feel like akellah made it out the hood
x and os no tick tack
i’m from the south where them chickens chirp
f+ck with my family and get murked
rip chrissy
rip c murda
rip j and i really miss kash
1997 hit hard titanic
[chorus]
yellow bone ho tryna f+ck me
hit for hours like rugby
intermission pause, i’m back in
afterwards tryna get to know me
i’m d+gg+ng that ho like greyhound
’98 versace in ’14
20 the beamer with red eyes
i’m crossing that n+gga he gon’ die
yellow bone hoe tryna f+ck me
hit for hours like rugby
intermission pause, i’m back in
afterwards tryna get to know me
i’m d+gg+ng that ho like greyhound
’98 versace in ’14
20 the beamer with red eyes
i’m crossing that n+gga he gon’ die

[verse 2]
instagram page got deleted
too many hoes in my mentions
only opium my intentions
god need to help his inventions
used to sleep with gun in my pillow
now i wake up twenty floors up
gun on my dresser just slight change
they be like, “hvn, yo’ new sh+t?”
christian ebony real fine just fannin’
turned on the news and they took my daddy
i was only three so i ain’t really get it
can’t trust a soul or a hoe i trust facts
getting this paper turned me to a demon
eyes closed on the plane thinking bout earl st



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