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hy9 "h" - 25 lyrics

i was a jit i was kicking them doors
in them stolos we whipping them hoes
back in the fifth we be keeping them poles
you a hoe that ain’t hard to expose
like
break bread gang i ain’t leaving the bros
test my patience just send me the loc
your girl she a treesh but that bet that you know
she all for the guys and that’s not on the low like
d+mn
we got bands
nah
tell your girl, bring out all her friends
call my mans
he gone make some plans
with them bands
ah nah
nah nah nah nah
b+tch you is flaw
i don’t need no ball just to ball out we gone, huh
shoot at the opps, think about stеpping on this block
call me the boss since i’m calling all thеm shots

hold up
give me a sec to talk sh+t
tell them little hoes suck d+ck
back then was whipping some work
look and just watch my wrist
thinking you fye
bet you can’t touch my sh+t
big ebk, try you get bust like this
free all them guys, free all my shooters
laying them b+tches like vets
we some real steppers can tell by the marks that we leaving on all of they necks
can’t wait till we catch them little boys trying to run, better not leave your little friends
cause one of yall going to h+ll, if it’s not you, then i bet it’s gunna be one of them
can’t wait for the days with no stressing, second guessing seconds, i’m spending the days by myself to count blessings, these lessons had lessened my f+cks to give about any n+gga that’s not my bredrin
i’m in first i don’t settle for second
tell your girl to come bring her lil best friend
cause my dawg want to be her lil best friend
and i guess that’s gone make me the best man
ha ha
i was a jit i was kicking them doors
in them stolos we whipping them hoes
back in the fifth we be keeping them poles
you a hoe that ain’t hard to expose
like
break bread gang i ain’t leaving the bros
test my patience just send me the loc
your girl she a treesh but that bet that you know
she all for the guys and that’s not on the low like
d+mn
we got bands
nah
tell your girl, bring out all her friends
call my mans
he gone make some plans
with them bands
ah nah
nah nah nah nah
b+tch you is flaw
i don’t need no ball just to ball out we gone, huh
shoot at the opps, think about stepping on this block
call me the boss since i’m calling all them shots

call up lil broy for work
i call my n+gga the bread man
call up lil yauce for some sauce on the fit
i call my n+gga the fresh man
call up lil 2d for some trips with some bl!cks
we gone see us a dead man
remember them n+ggas that jumped me?
well…
haha

- hy9 h lyrics

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