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porchy & ameriqa - th3 h town lyrics

[intro]
welcome to th3 hook 2
we know that times have been hard
the times have been unsettling
but we are here to help
please allow yourself to get hooked
we came back to f+ck sh+t up
please be kind to yourself
and take care

[verse 1: porchy]
goonin’ up again
now we back wit the commotion
brody got the shooters in the back with no emotion
i might have to drop a woop+woop in a potion
just to feel enough to let it be
it took about three years of heavy diving
sorry for the wait, i had to do revising
now we popping champagnе for the times we diеd in
and i can let it sway, if you need reminding
no this ain’t a dud boy
i know sometimes it’s fake
that why i switch up on a paigon
i got no choice
she likes to ride the wave
it’s why we swimming were the water colour turquoise
i know you’ve had to wait
it took time but we’re back free
and it’s all white wine
as we wave bye bye to the struggling
[chorus: ameriqa]
roll up wit my gang from the south
famzy on the phone like ”when th3 hook be comin’ out?”
spit game cool i got jewels in my mouth
still the same crew that mothaf+ckas love to doubt
loud like that f+ckin’ weed in my chest
callin’ for my demons time ease off the stress
blessed up look around i be we the best
brodie stayed down like he from th3 h town

[verse 2: ameriqa]
boy i’m finna ride round with my clan like im rza
i got b+tches goin wild to the jams in my tesla
stackin’ racks as high as yao rollin’ up that marry christmas
and i did it 4 my town stunna drake n weezy feature
hit a l!ck and end up missin’ i ain’t clean up the mess
litty for a week im relieving the stress yeah
like them letters after c before f
i give her d off dat e e e
i be a f+ck boy only when im with her when i bend her
tell her suck boy and didn’t forget to add a pause up at the ending
home boy on the road to riches swappin’ bricks for benji’s
rolls royce inside lookin’ precious outside look malicious
f+ck noise g’s they move in silence og be the loudest
slum boys fresh out off them islands bout to do some violence
buck toys for my f+ckin’ downers f+ck a life without em
young floyd all my fights were won boy
[chorus: ameriqa]
roll up wit my gang from the south
famzy on the phone like ”when th3 hook be comin’ out?”
spit game cool i got jewels in my mouth
still the same crew that mothaf+ckas love to doubt
loud like that f+ckin’ weed in my chest
callin’ for my demons time ease off the stress
blessed up look around i be we the best
brodie stayed down like he from th3 h town

[outro: ameriqa]
h town is a mother f+ckin’ jungle
in the cold h+lla high so you know we gotta glide
bass loud now you’re fishing with the landlord
and you gon’ bite the hook just to feel like you’re alive
insane let it play let it… yeah

- porchy ameriqa lyrics

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