Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Emmanuel Flores
Songwriter
Texty
Ok ok ok fuck that shit
Never in the mood to deal with a iffy bitch
Don't forget to put the 1 after 5 6
I might fuck yo bitch, I might of fucked yo bitch
You can smell the woah soon as I open the whip
You can tell I'm heartless trust me I don't trust nothin
You don't know me you just know what you're told
Oh my Charlemagne the god you with the gossip, and I'm not
We don't believe you, you a opp
What the fuck you doin bringing randoms to the spot
I'm in a bad mood fuck everyone today
Xan in the lean you would think I slept it off
Had some hoes in Orlando I may tell em take a trip
Come to west palm get this dick
Checko that's a little ignorant oh, hood favorite oh
You ain't out here oh, so you wouldn't know
I'm the hood favorite oh
The hoods favorite oh
I'm the hood favorite oh
The hoods favorite oh
Drinking Hennessy like its great for my health
I don't need your fuckin help to tell me bout myself
Where the fuck were you when I ran away from home
People that I've known died with needles in their arm
Riding with a slut through the hood in my car
She gonna let me fuck cause she say she like my charm
She gonna let me fuck fuck cause she think that I'm famous
Imma get that nut and tell her that I ain't shit
They just love to act like they know what you go thru
I won't touch a trigger I just know the guys that shoot
But I aim high with all the moves
Have you ever been with a girl that's more poppin' than you
Aye when I go up imma marry yes julz
Aye fuck em if they wanna see us lose aye
Checko that's a little ignorant oh
Hood favorite oh, you ain't out here oh
So you wouldnt know
I'm the hood favorite oh
The hoods favorite oh
I'm the hood favorite oh
The hoods favorite oh
Writer(s): Sergio Flores
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