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Where My Hoodies At? (feat. Romyn Sabatchi & Grace D’almedia)
by Unjuicy
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Ay, let's go (808)
808 Hoodriders (come on)
808, 808
Zhu, Wipeout
Let's go, let's get it, uh
We got the fattest stacks of cash
Runnin' circles 'round you like a hundred meter dash (meter dash)
I'd rather be hangin' with dudes in my jacuzzi (yuh)
Y'all borin' like a G-rated movie
Movie! Smoked like a doobie, a fat blunt
I was still your girl if you had one (ay!)
You can't even handle our fire (fire)
We drippin' so hard, man we need a fucking dryer (drip, drip)
I hop in the whip, while you in the trunk
You all tied up, we ball in the club (yuh, yuh, uh)
Doing our dance, we got all the drugs
Keep grabbing cash, we can't get enough
We got the riches, you got the rags
You ain't got nothing, we stay we getting bags
Racks on racks on racks on racks
No comebacks, you just got your ass clapped!
Clap, clap (ay!)
808 (woo, woo!)
Hoodriders (let's go)
Where my hoods at? Where my hoods at?
808, Wipeout
Ay, let's go (808)
808 Hoodriders (come on)
808, 808
Zhu, Wipeout
Let's go, let's get it, uh
We got the fattest stacks of cash
Runnin' circles 'round you like a hundred meter dash (meter dash)
I'd rather be hangin' with dudes in my jacuzzi (yuh)
Y'all borin' like a G-rated movie
Movie! Smoked like a doobie, a fat blunt
I was still your girl if you had one (ay!)
You can't even handle our fire (fire)
We drippin' so hard, man we need a fucking dryer (drip, drip)
I hop in the whip, while you in the trunk
You all tied up, we ball in the club (yuh, yuh, uh)
Doing our dance, we got all the drugs
Keep grabbing cash, we can't get enough
We got the riches, you got the rags
You ain't got nothing, we stay we getting bags
Racks on racks on racks on racks
No comebacks, you just got your ass clapped!
Clap, clap (ay!)
808 (woo, woo!)
Hoodriders (let's go)
Where my hoods at? Where my hoods at?
808, Wipeout
