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t.latt - hood rich (taraji) lyrics

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hood rich (taraji)
[intro]
we here for a reason
shoutout my n-gg- juan from the 910
that’s a real n-gg- right there

b-tch i ball

this ain’t one night
come to high point. f-ck with me

[hook]

dream chasing but my bars not meek
sipping on the henny, b-tch taraji
take that paper route let the lord guide me
just a young n-gg-, yea i’m hood rich
just a young n-gg-, yea i’m hood rich
go get it on your own
go get it on your own
(repeat x 1)

[verse 1]

mother wished death on me
it almost happened
daughter of my own
hope that she call daddy
when she get older
tell her my b-tch the baddest
put her in time out
i had to count up some cabbage
she wanna f-ck
we disappear like it’s magic
make tonight differ
mix the codeine with fanta
call her hoe 3 times
and then i ride off like santa
must have called me naughty
n-body got me to present
thankful for my loyalty
without them i couldn’t manage
lattthat sosa
i remind her of sammy
you should be my girlfriend
don’t mean to be so demanding
why argue with that b-tch
when you can rip off her panties
she hate me in the streets
she know that i’m taking chances
i tell her not to worry
when the lord reach his hand in
grab me out that bowl of life
this dust is recycled
n-gg-s stab you like caesar
no running from myers

[hook]

dream chasing but my bars not meek
sipping on the henny, b-tch taraji
take that paper route let the lord guide me
just a young n-gg-, yea i’m hood rich
just a young n-gg-, yea i’m hood rich
go get it on your own
go get it on your own
(repeat x 1)

[verse 2]

i just dropped my lady
baby momma going dumb
n-gg-’s love it when you losing
really hate it when you’ve won
counted up them hundreds
my daughter turned a month
high risk you get k!lled
don’t you come around the point
i can’t f-ck with you
you don’t like to work
i don’t f-ck with you
no branch, be switching up
talking kitchens, i’m in the field
i swear these n-gg-’s b-tches
need to find a purse
catch your main in a skirt
i’m a hit it raw
stayed on beast
always been a dog
f-ck jumping of the porch
i just went to war
beef take money
pesticides miss me
your b-tch miss me
my old b-tch miss me
my hand benjamin’s
in my hand benjamin’s
yea b-tch i ball
b-tch i ball
yea b-tch i ball

[hook]

dream chasing but my bars not meek
sipping on the henny, b-tch taraji
take that paper route let the lord guide me
just a young n-gg-, yea i’m hood rich
just a young n-gg-, yea i’m hood rich
go get it on your own
go get it on your own
(repeat x 1)



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