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Free my son EBK James Caught a quicc summer bid But his books good for the change cuz I'm that Hood Muvva to all my young LOCs Them trap Niggas love me, I got that soul dope I'm one phone call away, my tote carry the tote Ill bring your blocc smoke Holes all from that pole And if my son crippin Best believe he good for grippin Emptying clips and Bussin 4 5s til yours 6 in; carried by 6 kin The father preyin on y'all skinning Goose bumps all on ya skin its cause yall sinnin I can take you to heaven Let me take you to heaven Baby pray Til I Help you picc one gate of the seven Hope you not an Atheis Cause that nueves the reaper Have your mother 10 toes down While she pray on the kneeler She brought you in, we took you out That's powers like I'm Eileithya And Ill keep spittin all my wisdom Like her sister Athena All pun intended to y'all niggas I just one upped ya speaker All pun intended to yall niggas I just one upped your speaker cuz Cuz, I'm that Hood Muvva to all my young LoCs Them trap niggas love me, I got that soul dope I'm one phone call away, my tote carry the tote Ill bring your blocc smoke Holes all from that pole We'll leave you 2 pieced While mobbin round 3 deep Still tippin on 4 4s My 5 got the tooly And it's like dancing with this nigga Just pull that glocc Have it romancing with this nigga And I can take you to heaven Let me take you to heaven Baby pray, there's an escape Cause it's like dancing with devils I'll have ya soul shaking Through that bass n the treble L5 a beast and I'm merkin it A Lyrical rebel A female LoC that's on her gully Just surpassing these levels It's Lawfamilia over everything On God just remember That I'm that Hood Muvva To all these young LoCs Them trap niggas love me, I got that soul dope Cuz, I'm that Hood Muvva to all my young LoCs Them trap niggas love me I got that soul dope I'm one phone call away, my tote carry the tote Ill bring your blocc smoke Holes all from that pole Cuz, I'm that Hood Muvva to all my young LoCs Them trap niggas love me, I got that soul dope I'm one phone call away, my tote carry the tote Ill bring your blocc smoke Holes all from that pole
Writer(s): Ms. Choppa, Stephanie Cela-valeriano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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