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This that hood love, yeah, look Natra Ayy, I cuss her out, she run her mouth She really 'bout that, pop up at my house shit That hood love, that's that real hood love And she pull up on me no makeup Boo today, next day, we break up Then we fuck and then we make up That hood love, that hood love That's that real hood love That's my lil' shawty and she give me hell But she'll never tell, she know how to work the scale She hate it when I hit the block but love it when I bring that check back Yeah, I ain't gon' stop, and she got her a sharp deck Shawty brazy but that's my baby And I swear all her friends hate me but it don't faze me She makin' scenes out in public, I swear I love it, yeah, yeah I love the fact she got my back, that's why I put up with lil' mama She hit my phone, I don't hit back, she pullin' up to the house Fuck around and get my windows busted Or fuck around and 12 pull up, have both of us in custody But if she call me, I'ma pull up Fam, it's that hood love Letras de cancionesAyy, I cuss her out, she run her mouth She really 'bout that, pop up at my house shit That hood love, that's that real hood love And she pull up on me no makeup Boo today, next day, we break up Then we fuck and then we make up That hood love, that hood love That's that real hood love You think I'm playin', I'm gon' just Pull up at your spot and hit my horn Bust the windows out your car and I'm gon' Key up all your doors 'Cause my sister baby daddy friend Saw you with a bitch (She don't be lyin') So just tell me who she was, nigga Tell me who she is It's probably Keisha They say you be with her kids Why you won't post me on your 'Gram? You tryna hide me from your friends? (I'm too fine for that) Where your phone at? What's your code? Let me see it, why you rushin'? (Put it in) What the fuck is so important and you keep smilin' at your phone Let me know who got you blushin' Wait, don't leave, 'cause I be trippin', I was playin' I don't remember why we arguin', bae, forget what I was sayin' So you really finna leave me? Okay, fuck it You know that I was playin' if you really say you love me, nigga Ayy, I cuss her out, she run her mouth She really 'bout that, pop up at my house shit That hood love, that's that real hood love And she pull up on me no makeup Boo today, next day, we break up Then we fuck and then we make up That hood love, that hood love That's that real hood love From Letras Mania