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n7 - hella clout lyrics

[verse]
in the hood we call you patrick ’cause you hide under them rocks
i’ma stick you when i see you, you be f-ckin’ with them opps
do you like a kitchen floor, man your -ss is gon’ get mopped
run these n-ggas out they pockets ’cause i do that sh-t for fun
if a n-gga actin’ silly have my dolphin drown his -ss
i just ran off on the plug and i ain’t never comin’ back
racks bustin’ out my pants, og smokin’ out the pack
and her p-ssy like a xan, it make me want to take a nap
ferragamo ’round my waist but i’m still [?] boxers
that’s my name on the pint, b-tch i got it from the doctors
i sip [?] like it’s water, all my n-ggas gettin’ dollars
remember playin’ cops and robbers, now i really hang with robbers
f-ck you sayin’, i ain’t woke, b-tch i’m gettin’ h-lla clout
i found out you talkin’ sh-t, i told lil brodie move around
’cause this ain’t problems that you want, i got some shooters in the house
don’t come at me like you know me, b-tch i’ll punch you in your mouth
say something stupid then my n-ggas going stupid
and it’s stupid that i’m smoking, got a n-gga feeling stupid
got the peezy on the skeezy, i got cuties pushing cuties, got an uzi
smoking bleezies, h-lla cheating, f-ck your b-tch, wait on the movie
running trains on these hoes, we running trains on these hoes
i stay naked but i never go to sleep without my pole
smoking wood inside of trees, the whole pack came in a boat
i’m a 700 goon and all my shooters stay on go
never greedy when i got it, bust it down with my n-ggas
in the house more than cory, pushin’ pounds with my n-ggas
i ain’t never k!lled before but i be really with those k!llers
if you beefin’ with the clique then we’ll get down with your n-ggas
they gon’ shoot when i say shoot, i got my foot on n-ggas’ necks
i really came up off them bundles, you can’t run a background check
i heard you talking like you brave, you got anna on the chest
and we can take it to the turf ’cause i’m already pushing west
hit a nitty if you snitchin’, i ain’t f-ckin’ one of tough
push a bucket like a nascar with the fetties on my toe
i got benihana issues, i don’t never take an l
i got bullets for your stomach, b-tch we f-ckin’ up your health
i’m feelin’ active, tryna bang, b-tch i’m gone off them drugs
i swear my chain full thirty and i think i’m in love
i get to talkin’ like a baby when i know they the fuzz
we ain’t flashin’ guns for fashion, b-tch they ready to bust, g

[outro]
ayy, gang gang gang, gang
g, g, gang gang gang, gang
what, what, gang gang gang, gang
ayy, ayy, haha, gang gang gang

- n7 lyrics

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