Song parody of
Holly-Hood-Nikka
by Gallowayyys
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Tryna read a script to a hood nigga
You gone get shook lunch money for a hood nigga
Slit throat, throat fuck that's a hood nigga
Infamy over misery that's a hood nigga
Wish you would nigga
Wish you really would
Wish a bitch would stick to my wood nigga
I'm the opposite of Robin Hood nigga
Light blinkers gas meters teeter
On E turn a block for a dick eater
Tight sphincter naw cause the pussy sweeter
Granny house hide-away with the old heater
Out front 92' school black Beemer
Thank God momma took me to the suburbs
Wise words make sense when you know the words
Aint scur'd cause the skr't ain't my type of work
Les the skirt got ass an a crop shirt
Panty liners jetliners recliners
Old-timers spitting gems on Budweiser
That's why I cop the Rolex with the face finder
It's my time fall back for I have to find ya
GPS GPS
Where to next where to next
Red alert I detect ops point the tech
Got Boba Fett instincts don't you fret
Miss my mark I haven't yet
Got my start I haven't yet
Push the cart and shop for beats
Mixtape mixtape brand new heat
If not today I'm here next week
Next to die the feelings bleak
CPT one wary morning
Pop Pop Pop Pop
Ahh
Tryna read a script to a hood nigga
You gone get shook lunch money for a hood nigga
Slit throat, throat fuck that's a hood nigga
Infamy over misery that's a hood nigga
Wish you would nigga
Wish you really would
Wish a bitch would stick to my wood nigga
I'm the opposite of Robin Hood nigga
Light blinkers gas meters teeter
On E turn a block for a dick eater
Tight sphincter naw cause the pussy sweeter
Granny house hide-away with the old heater
Out front 92' school black Beemer
Thank God momma took me to the suburbs
Wise words make sense when you know the words
Aint scur'd cause the skr't ain't my type of work
Les the skirt got ass an a crop shirt
Panty liners jetliners recliners
Old-timers spitting gems on Budweiser
That's why I cop the Rolex with the face finder
It's my time fall back for I have to find ya
GPS GPS
Where to next where to next
Red alert I detect ops point the tech
Got Boba Fett instincts don't you fret
Miss my mark I haven't yet
Got my start I haven't yet
Push the cart and shop for beats
Mixtape mixtape brand new heat
If not today I'm here next week
Next to die the feelings bleak
CPT one wary morning
Pop Pop Pop Pop
Ahh
