Hodgy Beats - Dear Diary | Текст песни

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My ? starting to look like Fendis
My swagger's past Benjies but I'm so friendly
"Hodgy, what, you on the internet looking at Bentleys?"
The sawed-off to go unlawful and the niggas want to tempt me
The bitch work for me, she my chef
She cook me breakfast
Then brush my teeth: Crest
I put all of my eggs in one basket
Less with finesse now I'm the best
Hodgy Beats on this Johnny Quest
Put your ass to the test if you fucking make a mess
This is my recital on the roof with the rifle
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I'm sick bitch

I'm pulling ? game
Not what you lose but what you gain, understand
Turn down the bass in my vocals and crank up the grain
I like my shit gritty, crackhouse with acid titties
Bitches on my dick like a 59.50
I don't care about a diss
Muthafucka make a hit
I'm gonna watch em crank up the volume
I'm older than my Blackberry
Pop white and black cherries
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Fuck all people
? and they call us equal?

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