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‘lavi$h (rap) – oopsy lyrics

[intro]
girl, what he talkin’ bout?
bullsh+t, i had to tell that n+gga (huh)

[verse 1]
look, n+gga, i’m a hoochie
you ain’t breaking no bread, i ain’t breaking no coochie
i like louis and gucci
you want the key to his house, i want the streets like lucci
i need a thug like boosie
yeah, that n+gga think he love me, boy, your ass ain’t gucci
i’m on they neck neck like, “oopsy”
got these n+ggas twisted in the head like they la+la+lucy, huh
f+ck n+gga, break bread
if you can “huh”, you can hear, ho, i said what i said
and after, that gimme head
send him home to his b+tch, ho, he washed and he fed
how it go is how i play it
if you broke giving p+ssy, then your ass misled
get that sh+t through your head
i’ma have that n+gga locked in like he going to the feds
they ain’t lyin’, we ain’t stoppin’
’cause when the sh+t hit the streets, b+tch, it’s on and poppin’
locking, dropping, ain’t no stopping
they bidding on us like a motherf+ckin’ auction
i don’t want your n+gga, ho, your n+gga ain’t a option
i need a real+ass n+gga that’ll drop sh+t
block sh+t, hot sh+t, ain’t no opp sh+t
you can be the dream and you still can’t block sh+t
yeah, the 4 gon’ keep dropping that hot sh+t
[chorus]
hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama
yeah, man, 4 live in this b+tch, man
hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama
n+gga, don’t tell me, n+gga, zelle me, i ain’t playin’ with you n+ggas, man
hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama
haha, yeah, haha
hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama (hey)

[verse 2]
see all my b+tches, they pressure
i need a d+ck longer than a motherf+cking lecture
a real n+gga that’ll bless ya
if he got the money in the bag, f+ck the pistol by the dresser
a hood n+gga that’ll undress ya
have my ass stretched out like i’m layin’ on a stretcher
a rough n+gga, the aggressor
i’ma ride the d+ck no hands like a motherf+cking telsa
ho, shake them llamas
we outside for the summer, save this drama for your mamas
p+ssy wet as the bahamas
i can see it in the future, yeah, we f+cking up them commas
get that sh+t understood
ho, i been had cash, rich hoochie and i’m hood
i mind the business that pays me
bags on the daily so sh+t could never phase me
i’ll crack a smile, drive ’em wild and have these n+ggas going crazy
[chorus]
hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama
yeah, man, 2 live two times, man, haha
hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama
man, yeah
hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama
i mean, i’m a f+cking ’90s baby, ya feel me?
hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama (they like, “where you from, lav’?” i say)

[outro]
i’m from the s+a+v+a+n+n+a+h
g+a, no pay, no play
i’m from the s+a+v+a+n+n+a+h
g+a, no pay, no play
i’m from the s+a+v+a+n+n+a+h
g+a, no pay, no play
i’m from the s+a+v+a+n+n+a+h
g+a, no pay, no play
n+gga, yeah

- lavih rap lyrics

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