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trdee - hoop dreams lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
(d+mn, jakesand)

[verse]
ballin’ like i still got some hoop dreams
had to leave my yeah alone, got a new thing (okay)
shot my shot at your b+tch ’cause it look green (come here)
why the f+ck you even got a bl!ck if you ain’t shooting?
why the f+ck you even got a n+gga if you out here hoein’? (why?)
touch down in your city like terrell owens (touch down)
whip a rental but i dog it like a n+gga on it (skrrt)
why the f+ck you talkin’ like you ’bout it but ain’t even on it?
b+tch foreign, so i pulled up in the same thing
why the f+ck you tryna ball on me? we on the same tеam
you ain’t hip, you cannot win if you ain’t got one
please don’t try to trеat me like a ho ’cause i am not one (i swear)
mops in the house, you get treated like a b+tch
i was takin’ hoes way before i had a kit
feel like [?], nine thousand on a fit
come and get your b+tch, i cannot get her off my d+ck
feel just like a guard, ’cause i’m steady makin’ plays
shooter shoot just like he could’ve been in faze
gotta take a l, that’s what a real n+gga’s made
pull up with them clips, now come outside and get a fade
unky got a sprite, but that b+tch lookin’ ebony
if ballin’ was a crime, i’d catch a felony (no cap)
foreign drip, i can’t pr+nounce it like a spelling bee
left him with no top, just like john f. kennedy
crocs plain jane, same color as the buffs
let a n+gga try me, we gon’ pop his ass like a crush (sh+t)
you can’t even say you sh+ttin’, you ain’t one of us
sick as h+ll dog fell off, he’s just another bus
cuttin’ up like some scissors, [?]
i ain’t never trippin’ on a l, that’s how the game go
purple pants, purple tee look like saint’s row
f+ck, all these chains on my neck, i feel like django
sh+t, ‘wood hittin’ like sharkeisha
really lit now, i can f+ck my old teacher
trapped in my bag, i’m just tryna get deeper
really on the court, i was just chillin’ in the bleachers
wait your turn, gotta have some patience
walk a n+gga down, gang just like jason
take a look in the mirror, you can’t even face it
i can’t think about the money, gotta go and chase it
three grams in one ‘wood, i’m on jupiter
kids crossed the rat ’cause the bottoms look like lucifer
if she tell me she ain’t suckin’ d+ck, then i’m bootin’ her
and if she try to set the play, then i’m shootin’ her
somewhere chillin’ in the sand, where the f+ck is jake?
sorry i don’t listen to your songs ’cause i can’t relate
tryna take that n+gga out, but not on a date
you can’t argue with me ’cause i’m spendin’ more than you make
[outro]
lil’ lame ass

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