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Hood Diary Video (MV)




Performed By: Dre Papi
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Adrian Williams




Dre Papi - Hood Diary Lyrics




I been putting God last, now past trynna haunt me
Sleeping with a pistol big as Shaq, word to shaunny
From a different cloth, niggas washed call it downy
Always on the hunt for that money like a bounty
Remember in them halls all the women used to clown me
But now they getting wet for a nigga trynna drown me
Life is a tsunami, and I'm just on the earth
The streets trynna knock me off my wave, Tsu Surf
The pack came in, it's all white like T-shirts
I rather rock Hanes, cause the designer ain't my worth
She wanna me brain think I love her
But it hurts cause I know all these women say they love me for a purse
Like shorty go to work... that's how you get a profit
She reaching in my pants, man shorty outta pocket
She tricking for a treat, i tell her stay up out my wallet
Or imma bang twice and i ain't talking oochie Wally

Somebody better sign me... I know you hear me snapping
I know you tired of listening to the rappers who be capping...
Saying that they trapping.. but them boys cowards
I been out here fighting for my life by the hour
See I was In the ring... I ain't throw the towel
Some niggas just be talking out they ass, loose bowels

When y'all was in them houses we was jumping off the porch
I Know the streets was hot and know some niggas that got torched
When bullets get to flying bodies burning like they scorched
Cause niggas out here popping all night July 4th
When Jesus crack the sky he gone have a white horse
Imma have one too the Ferrari or the Porsche
Lord please forgive me, imma listen to your voice
Born in the struggle, so the hustle aint a choice
Stack my money up in rolls, later on buy a Royce
And then I'll shed my tears, no more struggle let's rejoice
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I been putting God last, now past trynna haunt me
Sleeping with a pistol big as Shaq, word to shaunny
From a different cloth, niggas washed call it downy
Always on the hunt for that money like a bounty
Remember in them halls all the women used to clown me
But now they getting wet for a nigga trynna drown me
Life is a tsunami, and I'm just on the earth
The streets trynna knock me off my wave, Tsu Surf
The pack came in, it's all white like T-shirts
I rather rock Hanes, cause the designer ain't my worth
She wanna me brain think I love her
But it hurts cause I know all these women say they love me for a purse
Like shorty go to work... that's how you get a profit
She reaching in my pants, man shorty outta pocket
She tricking for a treat, i tell her stay up out my wallet
Or imma bang twice and i ain't talking oochie Wally

Somebody better sign me... I know you hear me snapping
I know you tired of listening to the rappers who be capping...
Saying that they trapping.. but them boys cowards
I been out here fighting for my life by the hour
See I was In the ring... I ain't throw the towel
Some niggas just be talking out they ass, loose bowels

When y'all was in them houses we was jumping off the porch
I Know the streets was hot and know some niggas that got torched
When bullets get to flying bodies burning like they scorched
Cause niggas out here popping all night July 4th
When Jesus crack the sky he gone have a white horse
Imma have one too the Ferrari or the Porsche
Lord please forgive me, imma listen to your voice
Born in the struggle, so the hustle aint a choice
Stack my money up in rolls, later on buy a Royce
And then I'll shed my tears, no more struggle let's rejoice
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Writer: Adrian Williams
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