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Hood Rich - Jay fizzle Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: J jay fizzle | Published: 2024-30-09T20:33:03:00+07:00

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[intro]
(stacc, you hard, fool)
(twonnie)
fifty k strapped up in my pocket, that’s when every street n*gga feel they hood rich

[chorus]
call me rude, but if you broke, i ain’t tryna be all cool with you (nah)
b*tch, i’m chasin’ paper (okay), i’m not with all that lil’ bullsh*t (h*ll, nah)
that glock on me, full clip (glocked up)
plugged in, fifty k cash (racks)
that’s when every street n*gga feel they hood rich (yeah)

[verse 1]
never been on bullsh*t (nah)
always been that same n*gga (same n*gga)
bottom boy (bottom boy), still that same n*gga before that fame hit (big tello)
ain’t nothin’ changed but my chains, n*gga (them rackaids)
ain’t nothin’ changed but my chains, p*ssy (ice, ice*ice)
seen burberry coat by myself, staying in my own lane, n*gga (f*ck you)
can’t take no loss, so everything i do, i’m tryna gain, n*gga (evеrything)
real big stepper, try mе and i bust yo’ f*cking brains, n*gga (b*tch)
grape street cripping, try me, make lil’ cuh gon’ crack yo’ head, boy (fah, fah, fah)
smoke with me, we spin yo’ block until y’all all dead, boy (fah*fah*fah)
fifty k, dirty money, stashed up in that duffel bag (dope boy)
b*tch, i’m hood rich, i’m havin’ sh*t you n*ggas dreamed to have (dreaming)
all this godd*mn ice on me, i need to take a steamer bath (cut me off)
project baby, i used to sleep with the roaches, now it’s back in past (uh*huh)
pull up, skrrt, skrrt off (gone)
margin, bartle, bensy (off white), 43, i took the skirt off (drop top)
switch up, purple trackhawk (bye*bye)
i heard your paper getting loaned (it’s crazy)
just heard the opps goin’ broke (broke*ass n*gga)
before the fame, been havin’ motion
i’m richer than your ceo (big tello, that’s cool)
[chorus]
call me rude, but if you broke, i ain’t tryna be all cool with you (so, f*ck a n*gga)
b*tch, i’m chasin’ paper (them rackaids), i’m not with all that lil’ bullsh*t (h*ll, nah)
that glock on me, full clip (that .30 round)
plugged in, fifty k cash (okay)
that’s when every street n*gga feel they hood rich (yeah)

[bridge]
always been the same n*gga, that’s just the way i am (been the same n*gga)
never been that type of n*gga to fold up in that jam (nah)
go out like i came in (yup)
since i lost my dawg, i ain’t had no friends (flippa)
twenty k all blues, man (blues, man), my racks thin (racks, racks, racks)
all straight off the block, n*gga
i stamp that, ask anybody around me, n*gga (i stamp that)
ain’t no motherf*cking cap in my rap, man (no, there ain’t no cap) we ain’t doing no more pulling cash out of motherf*cking hat, n*gga
you dig, jack? (i’m really livin’ this sh*t, n*gga)
i know you n*ggas wanna k!ll, but you gotta feel me
you finger*dill me? (ayy, big grape)

[verse 2]
stacking this sh*t ’til i can’t no more (stacking it)
remember them days had to sleep on a pallet on the floor (f*ck, on the floor)
never goin’ broke no more (nah), i put that sh*t on my grandma (my grandma)
we ain’t chasing these b*tches, we chasing these commas (commas)
racks to the sky and they keep getting taller (rackaids)
got choppas, on choppas, on choppas, on choppas (choppas)
it’s ’bout to be a motherf*ckin’ hot summer (hot summer)
them folks ain’t the plug ’cause you know i like cash in the couch (the couch)
too many cars, had to go buy another house
thirty k, flawless gang, diamonds all in my chain (thirty k)
don’t f*ck with these rappers, these rappers do nothin’ but cap (f*ck ’em)
all these f*ggot*ass n*ggas (b*tch)
stop trusting these maggot*ass b*tches (thottie)
don’t get caught lacking, lil’ n*gga (nah)
glock shoot automatic when i pull it (brrt, bah)
b*tch, i’m hood rich (fah, fah)
ride ’round fifty k stuffed in my pocket (big cake) with that dirty stick (chopped up)
big grape, i get dirty wit’ you (big grape)
glock 9 with the 30 clip (30 round)
gang*gang, yeah, we purging sh*t (gang, gang*gang)
gang*gang, yeah, we hurting sh*t (gang)
gang*gang, yeah, we murkin’ sh*t (p*ssy)
gang*gang, yeah, we dumpin’ sh*t (it’s big tello, n*gga)
[outro]
b*tch, i’m hood rich
ride ’round fifty k stuffed in my pocket with that dirty stick (rackaids)
big grape, i get dirty wit’ you
glock 9 with the 30 clip (fah, fah*fah, glah)
gang*gang, yeah, we purging sh*t
gang*gang, yeah, we hurting sh*t (gang, gang)
gang*gang, yeah, we murkin’ sh*t (gang, gang)
gang*gang, yeah, we dumpin’ sh*t (gang)

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