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sha hef - hunnit round hef lyrics

[intro]

hunnit round hef i be handy with the [?] (ungh)
disrespect the family, put the [?] to your granny (yeah)
slid your baby momma on her way to get a mani’ (uh, huh)
fingerf-ck her in the [?] and put my handle in the [?] (true)

[verse 1]

police pull us over the pedrico in the f-nny
we be pulling triggers, only thing you pull is hammys
we be selling grams, don’t give a f-ck about a grammy
get the crutches for these suckers, heard these n-ggas can’t stand me
see me then they panic, i’m a black market bandit
supply it they demand it, ’bout my green like captain planet
my hoe’s bad like janet, haters can’t understand it
these n-ggas wanna be me when they see me they like d-mn it
they say a penny for your thoughts but i say f-ck that
quarter of the sour where my nuts at, f-ck rap, trap life
n-gga fix your face you better act right
put bullets in your scalp like some head lice
these n-ggas know i’m dead nice, 2pac
tre-eight and that new glock
twenty thousand dollars in my shoe box
and a hammer in my toolbox
tool time, sipping on that moonshine
started rapping now i got a new grind
true no 2chainz, n-ggas at the bottom of the food chain
spit fire like i drank a fifth of butane
you too lame, oh you bang? what you claim?
little n-gga you don’t really move ‘caine
don’t sell weed and don’t move pills, what you slang?
i got the mental of a manic depressant
high off that herbal essence
ditching discretion
i’m reckless with every f-cking sentence
skipped out on court to get high i’m ducking the f-cking sentence
i’m the definition of ruckus, rushing the f-cking entrance
b-tches i bust and duck ’em, p-ss ’em off to f-ck my henchman, cruel intentions, demented
couple of things i forgot to mention
i was foul from a youngin’
thugging, like f-ck detention
i’m in another dimension
still sleeping n-gga better pay attention
all these thoughts in my brain
got a n-gga ’bout to go insane
[??], but i’m [??] that kurt cobain
never got a lot a love all a young n-gga really know is pain
they got my n-ggas in the jail, now them n-ggas trying to put me in the chains
baby girl i ain’t trying to f-ck all a young n-gga really want is brains
next dirty cop try to frame me, i’m put a bullet in his brains
all my n-ggas gonna ride, every n-gga stay in there own lane
what your set? what you claim? throw it up
let ’em know you gon’ bang

[hook](x2)

if it’s true indeed
i got what you need
money, hoes and weed
can’t waste no time
money on my mind
steady on my grind
lead a life of crime
and i can’t look back
i gotta move these raps
i gotta move these packs
i gotta get these stacks

and i can’t look back
and i can’t look back, and i can’t look back
and i can’t look back
..it’s true indeed
i got what you need..

- sha hef lyrics

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