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m huncho - sport (outro) lyrics

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[intro]
look, look

[verse 1]
i need to get new clothes so i do dirt in three-bill truies
trap trap like louis, break two down and i put ’em in two weeks
i don’t hustle for louis vuitton, i need all these packages, gave me the gun
wake up and it’s 6 in the mornin’, she acts up, i’ll be okay with p-rno
more times i drive on my lonely ’cause i could never trust no soul
i see these goalies tryna play striker, why don’t you just stick to your own, bro?
i stick to my own goal, health up and my circle’s small
don’t talk to these brothers, i box up a box, the second time and i’m movin’ like 40
i be like methane, you be the ball lord
stack it up, stack it up, it’s lookin’ so tall, tall
monopoly, f-ck the [?], i’m with sean d and the bee’s knockin’
i’m up in the trapper, we just got the re-up again and again and again
the door just keeps on knockin’, money foldin’
wallets overrated, huncho on your playlist
don’t give a f-ck about no a-list, uh
someone give posty a call, without grm, we still rated

[chorus]
and we’re in it for the bands though
food up in the transport
re-up in the jansport
little boy, this a man’s sport
and we’re in it for the bands though
food up in the transport
re-up in the jansport
little boy, this a man’s sport

[verse 2]
bummy brothers, this some music brothers over l
fell on my face, broke, yeah, i never fell
california, pack [?] in the mail
remember them nights it was cold, it’s rainin’, i’m sendin’ brooks out to help
so many nights in the [?]
so many nights in the cell
so many night thinkin’ you was my friend
if there was, some will go
inhale, exhale, woosa, yeah, yeah
i triple my cup, i triple my dosage
p-ss me the hookah, f-ck it
p-ss me the shisha, f-ck it
p-ss me the rizler, f-ck it
if i’m not gettin’ no sucky tonight, she suckin’ her face now
and that’s brodie, i’m tryna make money like avon
these jiggers are preein’, they movin’ mcnulty
uh, i used to shot chris brown off for the royalities
i didn’t have no one that could spoil me
in the [?], all this foil on me
and these pigs on me, in the loft right now, with a zip on me

[chorus]
and we’re in it for the bands though
food up in the transport
re-up in the jansport
little boy, this a man’s sport
and we’re in it for the bands though
food up in the transport
re-up in the jansport
little boy, this a man’s sport

[outro]
and we’re in it for the bands though
food up in the transport
re-up in the jansport
little boy, this a man’s sport
and we’re in it for the bands though
food up in the transport
re-up in the jansport
little boy, this a man’s sport



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