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Henry Castro! - HOODIE Lyrics



Henry Castro! - HOODIE Lyrics




Hoodie up, I don't wanna see a soul
Everything fun is starting to turn old
Show me how to feel, I'm starting to turn cold
But everything I touch is starting to turn gold!

Blood in my veins, said I'm fixing for some change
Jobs bringing pain, still we fishing for that change
Feel like I'm enslaved how I'm fishing for that chain
And I know niggas hate, and they saying my name in vein

Niggas never change though
Same rap and same flow
Yeah we coming up, came to flip the game though
Came to bring that flame though
Take a dip through your brain though
I wish I could skip it, ain't no pain no gain though!

Every single day with this game, we getting smarter at
Hoping my- hoping my dad don't have a heart attack
Local rappers, we practically f*cking started that
Back when slim was rappin- rapping about a starter cap
(Uhh)
Lace up, tell that nigga "face up"
(Swing through)
My daddy told me face up
And guard a nigga face up
And pick you f*cking face up
And pick your f*cking pace up
And get your f*cking game up

Shock em like a taser
You not too hot today but, you might be popping later
You might be popping later
I got my own opinions, so I try not to cater
So I try not to cater!
Cuz bitch I'm not a waiter

Same room I be plotting schemes, voices in my head trying not to scream
Thinking about this world, and if I stop and leave
I'm only playing, shit ain't stopping me

One for the money, and Two for the show
And Three is for them niggas that be hating on the low
Four is for my momma, cuz I promised imma blow
And five is for them niggas trynna strive and make it grow
Drop out of college cuz I know, that imma be the top of topics popping cross the globe
Hotter than the tropics, hotter than a pot and stove
And gotta get my pockets popping, trynna make it gold

So some niggas don't see a way out
Just sell you soul to the devil, watch how it play out
I'm done flirting with this game, I'm trynna make-out
It's time to eat bitch, takeout

Yeah rock that, next show, next city
I'm about that, let's go, let's get it
I'm about that, we show no pity
Ion show no pity nigga
Rock that, next show, next city
I'm about that, we show no pity
I'm about that, let's go let's get it
Lets go let's get it

Hoodie up, I don't wanna see a soul
Everything fun is starting to turn old
Show me how to feel, I'm starting to turn cold
But everything I touch is starting to turn gold!
Hoodie up, I don't wanna see a soul
Everything fun is starting to turn old
Show me how to feel, I'm starting to turn cold
But everything I touch is starting to turn gold!

Rock that, next show, next city
I'm about that, lace up, let's get it
You know out there, we show no pity
Ion show no pity no!
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English

Hoodie up, I don't wanna see a soul
Everything fun is starting to turn old
Show me how to feel, I'm starting to turn cold
But everything I touch is starting to turn gold!

Blood in my veins, said I'm fixing for some change
Jobs bringing pain, still we fishing for that change
Feel like I'm enslaved how I'm fishing for that chain
And I know niggas hate, and they saying my name in vein

Niggas never change though
Same rap and same flow
Yeah we coming up, came to flip the game though
Came to bring that flame though
Take a dip through your brain though
I wish I could skip it, ain't no pain no gain though!

Every single day with this game, we getting smarter at
Hoping my- hoping my dad don't have a heart attack
Local rappers, we practically f*cking started that
Back when slim was rappin- rapping about a starter cap
(Uhh)
Lace up, tell that nigga "face up"
(Swing through)
My daddy told me face up
And guard a nigga face up
And pick you f*cking face up
And pick your f*cking pace up
And get your f*cking game up

Shock em like a taser
You not too hot today but, you might be popping later
You might be popping later
I got my own opinions, so I try not to cater
So I try not to cater!
Cuz bitch I'm not a waiter

Same room I be plotting schemes, voices in my head trying not to scream
Thinking about this world, and if I stop and leave
I'm only playing, shit ain't stopping me

One for the money, and Two for the show
And Three is for them niggas that be hating on the low
Four is for my momma, cuz I promised imma blow
And five is for them niggas trynna strive and make it grow
Drop out of college cuz I know, that imma be the top of topics popping cross the globe
Hotter than the tropics, hotter than a pot and stove
And gotta get my pockets popping, trynna make it gold

So some niggas don't see a way out
Just sell you soul to the devil, watch how it play out
I'm done flirting with this game, I'm trynna make-out
It's time to eat bitch, takeout

Yeah rock that, next show, next city
I'm about that, let's go, let's get it
I'm about that, we show no pity
Ion show no pity nigga
Rock that, next show, next city
I'm about that, we show no pity
I'm about that, let's go let's get it
Lets go let's get it

Hoodie up, I don't wanna see a soul
Everything fun is starting to turn old
Show me how to feel, I'm starting to turn cold
But everything I touch is starting to turn gold!
Hoodie up, I don't wanna see a soul
Everything fun is starting to turn old
Show me how to feel, I'm starting to turn cold
But everything I touch is starting to turn gold!

Rock that, next show, next city
I'm about that, lace up, let's get it
You know out there, we show no pity
Ion show no pity no!
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Writer: Nyles Henry - Jenkins
Copyright: Lyrics © ANTHEM ENTERTAINMENT LP, O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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Performed By: Henry Castro!
Language: English
Length: 3:42
Written by: Nyles Henry - Jenkins

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