A$AP Ferg - Hood Tales | Текст песни

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[by The Beat Else]

[Intro]
Let's get it right
New niggas is coming up to eat all the food
Gangsta Grillz
Man they hungry
It's an appetite for destruction out here
The mob is equipped with full-armed artillery (full-armed artillery)
Whatcha gon' do? (Whatcha gon' do?)
DJ Drama fuck these niggas up

[Verse 1]
I went to Harlem where them things pop
At the block parties niggas had to run
And they caught the motherfuckers on the same block
And they all went to war with a gun
[?]
Damnit if i coulda hit i would hit it with the ton
Clit-a-dick, little-dick, feeling shit hot in ya lungs
Turn you bitch niggas to a couple nuns (lay' em down)
[?] in the store sell the whole things
He said "I hope you not one of them"
Then I run-around-a corner got the OGs
Tell em we got jumped by a couple little punks
I swear to god them niggas softer than a Brady Bunch
They gone get a man, this shit make em gone for a couple months
Turn around the corner see a crowd looking stunned
[?] on the floor shaking not saying nothing

[Hook] x2
This just where we from
We all dyin' some day
At a picni having fun, probably dyin' by the gun
This just where we from
We prayin' every Sunday
When the killas gonna come
She about to lose her son, son


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