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pellyboys - 703 lyrics

[chorus: hood wood]
i said oh my, this is our time
we in the lab and we cooking up all the rhymes
i said oh my, this is our life
we mess around, yeah we f-cking with all the dimes

[verse 1: moby d-ck]
moby d-ck on the comeup spitting sh-t you know is sick
af1 kicks balling b-tch with the whole clique
hit the l!ck on sublime, now you’ll find me doing time
i got that herb—parsley, rosemary, thyme
lighting up with young toad, hopping ’round a-town
hit that sh-t too hard, telling me he gotta lay down
g-ssing 10:00 at night—tuckahoe playground
sik flo gotta go, that ear make him g-y now
petty b-tches uptight, never really staying loose
don’t drink, don’t smoke, goody-two-shoes
pellyboy crossover hype like we sham god
got bars and rhymes like we slim shady rap god

[verse 2: young trop]
trop out here hustling, money bustling
i’ma move to michigan—won’t see your chick again
i’m just the boy from the capital city
i’m feeling bold lots of audacity
ran 80 on the elliptical
my b-tch plays ball i’m mystical
remember those long nights down at the run
draped in this polo, i’m the sauciest nun
all y’all locked out without a key
i know that my mom is so proud of me
green and blue in my wallet that’s why i call this sh-t sprite
your hoe obey the thirst but i curved her goodnight

[chorus: hood wood]
i said oh my, this is our time
we in the lab and we cooking up all the rhymes
i said oh my, this is our life
we mess around, yeah we f-cking with all the dimes

[verse 3: young toad]
raf on my feet not talking ’bout lauren
two racks on the fit man sh-t all foreign
closet got two things i got raf i got jordans
$350 on the belt—to you a small fortune
step out the house man sh-t all cozy
on the court break your legs 2012 buster posey
i don’t f-ck with you b-tches y’all really f-cking nosey
think your fit fresh i don’t trust you better show me
do what i want man you can’t tell me nothing
lbj in the fourth—you know i stay clutching
another gucci belt ‘cause i’m all about stunting
your louis v fake man i know you just bluffing

[verse 4: sparty]
sh-t was made for bp’s party
yeah you know we just getting started
pellyboys in the foreign whip and you know it ain’t get deported
if you can’t tell, i’m a big dog—wait
your girl is snack—lemme eat your plate
i don’t got time for a f-cking first date
unless she ain’t got no panties and we f-ck the first date
sparty on the mic it’s my turn just wait
everyone lined up to listen just wait
if that -ss clap then to me that’s just weight
cause i bet her tummy jiggle, too to me that’s just fake
if you in here tonight that’s just fate
cause in five years we’ll be touring all-state
out of five b-tch i rank us at eight
cause pellyboys sparty and trop, man we k!lled it

[chorus: hood wood]
i said oh my, this is our time
we in the lab and we cooking up all the rhymes
i said oh my, this is our life
we mess around, yeah we f-cking with all the dimes

[verse 5: bf pico]

i don’t pack nines, i just put in more time
the kid went pro name on the dotted line
it ain’t worth much but it’s never been about that
gettin’ on the bus just a pillow and my brown bag
up and down the east coast the world belongs to pico
gas myself up cause bf’s a fiero
look out for your own—the world’s straight selfish
keep it in my home—grind for your wellness
stay making moves or you’ll work for someone else’s
chicka chicka boom i ain’t ever get jealous
shake up traditions like they’re a money maker
makeup is a vision magic on the lakers
finessin queens bf abdul kareem
with them adi ub’s and the slim-tapered jeans
do it like nike clean fit with the white tee
pico got plans to end up in roma sight-seein’
now i’m in my room the f-ck am i go out for
stay in the lab back up if you ain’t ‘bout yours
pico with the quickness but i also switch it up
little bf with the money up in here don’t give a f-ck
shut up girl you not that funny i ain’t really ‘bout no hugs
rolling with a couple honeys i ain’t miss out on no love
[hood wood]
he ain’t missing out on no love?
[sparty]
bruh he said f-ck that love

[hood wood]
if you out there put your hands high
raise the roof like you tryna touch the sky
it’s a fun time
it’s a lit night
sing along with that sh-t man it goes like

[everyone]
naaa naaa na naaa naa na naaa na naa na na na
naaa na na naaa na na naaa na na naaa na na naa

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