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Houdini - NO HOOK (Official Video)
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Houdini
Houdini
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Houdini
Houdini
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He got his sh*t snatched never even had the strength to get it back Servin' the riff raff lava trap but you know I'm still in dat Talkin' bout big racks look how long it took you to rinse a pack Got no clientele aren't you sad (sad) I sold more dope than ur dad (damn) White people sayin' I'm rad (radical) Opps gonna lurk cause they mad (mad) Feel like Mike Jack girl you bad (bad) Hold on I'm goin to France Hearin' the hate from the stands You never gave me a chance Ain't tryna pay for a dance Servin' Stephen ha son name is Lance Wonder why I don't follow ur gram Wonder why dat you f*cked all my (mans mans) Pauly and Sam comin with whole lotta bands In da trench wit my beats writing zans And I'm chargin' for feats not a cap And I know how to speak on da zap (on da phone) Never thought a nigga could rap I think that money a part of me I saw them f*ck up they arteries They say they wanna hear more of me they can hear it all day Won't get bored of me told da b*tch dat I'm wit act accordingly hi Tec out da baba poured a 3 No i'm not the father Maury In a White House like Cory Tell me which b*tch n*gga gonna do sum Tell me which goof kid gonna shoot sum Hop out da car n flip one hop on da block and pitch one When my n*ggas drift they hit sum if not they keep comin You told that mouth it keep run-in So you gon' be runnin Took her to eat to get no cutty You ain't even gettin' no money New generation n*ggas funny Go read trap for dummies Trappin' when it's rainy or sunny Servin' the same junky Different day different dolla For her a different nigga gon' holla Feel like billz you kno I'm a balla Twinz Id's a tallup Whip movin' fishy get shotup You ain't poppin' if your name ain't brought up Too bad I already got caught up You stayin' down and I got up Applyin' applyin' the pressure Stop tryna get famous like dexter Checkin a plug name Hector Stick in da club make a n*gga feel better He a dub I made her feel wetter She a bug she wearin' my sweater Pay to fuck she gettin' her cheddar Run it up we get it together Tumpin' a woods not no centuries Wonder how I'm filled up wit energy My dog has a food call it Pedigree Got some bids for the lick easy entry Can't let these n*ggas get to me Can't let these b*tches get to me Bunch a goof clowns throwing down a 3 Got a new sound it's called me Come from a block so notorious How you come from the trench livin' glorious Juice got me slow Feel like Morpheus Member dodgin bullets like matrix I was sellin' weed in da matrix I was the man up in Campion We poppin' bottles like champions Trappin but not in abandons Playin' no games go hard or go home cause I'm takin' ya spot guess I'm takin your throne had to be on the road figuring out How the f*ck ima' make couple racks off my phone I ain't sippin' patron gimme some henny and dome And a n*gga gon' be in his zone moved a hunnid of zones Whipping it up with the buff so the Lisa could come wit' a clone Shout out the zones Turnt L's to lessons still rockin' wit the code Everyday a blessing free up my cros You know I'm finessing I keep it on the low Un-official professional but I'm still a pro
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