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Shootrr - Hoodsaint Lyrics



Shootrr - Hoodsaint Lyrics
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Trappin out the houses
Hm Hm
The shooters got my vouches
Yea Yea
The money it be piling
Yea Yea
I'm f*cking with stallion
Yea Yea Yea Yea
Young niggas wilding
Yea yea
Opps niggas dying
Yea Yea
I'm praying for better
Yea Yea
We getting out together
Yea Yea Yea Yea
You see me and my niggas
We get to a bag
Ion like talking names
Cause they play triggers
They ain't with all the photos
They the ones taking pictures
Hit you in ya noodle
Rock you off with a missile
They said they feel my bars
They not locked in cage
They don't know the struggle
They don't feel the pain
Being in my life
Shit have you going insane
5 thousand on his head
Put 10k in the safe
I'm a nigga that came from jungle
Riding and ready to rumble
Walking alone in my tunnel
You really not seeing my vision
Niggas is fake niggas cross you for bread, I'm on my own
Heart is in pain, driving swerving insane
Get knocked out ya lane
Reading the lines these niggas they really some pussies
Just look in they eyes, the shit I despise Niggas fraud'n n front'n
Tellin em lies
Guns like al-Qaeda, Nigga move with osama
Bending ya block, Neighbors said it's a bombing
Hitting ya top now you dead in coffin
No it can't stop these niggas know that they targets
What do you mean?
I know that we killing each other, Is this making means?
I stayed in hood these niggas they know I'm saint, Bang on ya chest til bleed
I'll never regret niggas know what this means
Never regret these niggas know what this means
Yea
Trappin out the houses
Yea Yea
The shooters got my vouches
Yea Yea
The money it be piling
Yea Yea
I'm f*cking with stallion
Yea Yea Yea Yea
Young niggas wilding
Yea yea
Opp niggas dying
Yea Yea
I'm praying for better
Yea Yea
We getting out together
Yea Yea
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Trappin out the houses
Hm Hm
The shooters got my vouches
Yea Yea
The money it be piling
Yea Yea
I'm f*cking with stallion
Yea Yea Yea Yea
Young niggas wilding
Yea yea
Opps niggas dying
Yea Yea
I'm praying for better
Yea Yea
We getting out together
Yea Yea Yea Yea
You see me and my niggas
We get to a bag
Ion like talking names
Cause they play triggers
They ain't with all the photos
They the ones taking pictures
Hit you in ya noodle
Rock you off with a missile
They said they feel my bars
They not locked in cage
They don't know the struggle
They don't feel the pain
Being in my life
Shit have you going insane
5 thousand on his head
Put 10k in the safe
I'm a nigga that came from jungle
Riding and ready to rumble
Walking alone in my tunnel
You really not seeing my vision
Niggas is fake niggas cross you for bread, I'm on my own
Heart is in pain, driving swerving insane
Get knocked out ya lane
Reading the lines these niggas they really some pussies
Just look in they eyes, the shit I despise Niggas fraud'n n front'n
Tellin em lies
Guns like al-Qaeda, Nigga move with osama
Bending ya block, Neighbors said it's a bombing
Hitting ya top now you dead in coffin
No it can't stop these niggas know that they targets
What do you mean?
I know that we killing each other, Is this making means?
I stayed in hood these niggas they know I'm saint, Bang on ya chest til bleed
I'll never regret niggas know what this means
Never regret these niggas know what this means
Yea
Trappin out the houses
Yea Yea
The shooters got my vouches
Yea Yea
The money it be piling
Yea Yea
I'm f*cking with stallion
Yea Yea Yea Yea
Young niggas wilding
Yea yea
Opp niggas dying
Yea Yea
I'm praying for better
Yea Yea
We getting out together
Yea Yea
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Writer: W.M. Christmas, Wesley Christmas
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Shootrr
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: W.M. Christmas, Wesley Christmas

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