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[Hook] I’mma stay ‘hood ‘til the day that I die Yeah - ‘til the day that I die I’mma twist this weed, my nigga, let’s get high Yeah… I said I’mma stay motherfuckin’ ‘hood ‘til the day that I die Phantom, ghost, no wheels, nigga, that’s just how I ride I come from the hood where you don’t testify Take murder with no tears off in your fuckin’ eyes [Verse 1: Waka Flocka] All my niggas ride, where I come from, ain’t gon’ feel ones, nigga Fuck you thinkin’? Have a fuck boy Pacquiao plankin’ ‘Til the loud got plain, too, drinkin’ 50K for a show, no poppin’ Spit izzle to a dumb bitch ears Broke niggas can’t talk like this Rolex on my main bitch wrist Blood bottoms on a young nigga boots Looks like I just stomped a nigga out Get your man down, nigga, lights out Shoot at your ass with that mouthin’ about He ain’t talk no more, what’s happening? Outside your mama house, what’s crackin’? Poppin’ mollies like Tylenols and Aspirin Letras de cancionesGeeked up, pull up, hyena laughin’ Them boys ain’t real, stop actin’ like us In the squad, I bust, get cheese like crust I’m the only motherfucker that I really trust In a bad bitch’s guts – always Countin’ money like always Gettin’ money from three-ways I could never, ever see no rainy days [Hook] I’mma stay ‘hood ‘til the day that I die Yeah - ‘til the day that I die I’mma twist this weed, my nigga, let’s get high Yeah… I said I’mma stay motherfuckin’ ‘hood ‘til the day that I die Phantom, ghost, no wheels, nigga, that’s just how I ride I come from the hood where you don’t testify Take murder with no tears off in your fuckin’ eyes [Verse 2: Lil’ Wayne] Hollygrove in this motherfucker I’m tired of all these big niggas These motherfuckers like Robitussin I’m rollin’ up with my bitch, nigga As a matter of fact, she roll it for me Swisher Sweets, swish, nigga Hit that shit like an open jumper Rest in peace Lil’ Beezy I wish my nigga could see me now Motherfuckers better king me I’mma walk around wearin’ Jesus’ crown These niggas just pussy I’mma let that chopper eat ‘em out Dead body in the bushes Well that’s a bush you don’t beat around Beat your ass with my skateboard Weed loud like you make noise I’m on them trees like Akon My cellphone goin’ napalm Guns sound like bass drums Young Money, drum section Psycho… ward, nigga - 1-7, Tunechi! [Hook] I’mma stay ‘hood ‘til the day that I die Yeah - ‘til the day that I die I’mma twist this weed, my nigga, let’s get high Yeah… I said I’mma stay motherfuckin’ ‘hood ‘til the day that I die Phantom, ghost, no wheels, nigga, that’s just how I ride I come from the hood where you don’t testify Take murder with no tears off in your fuckin’ eyes From Letras Mania