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Math Hoffa Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Slingshot
Length: 3:25
Written by: Damon Horton




Young Slingshot - Math Hoffa Lyrics




Where the f*ck you going, come back
Catch me at McDonald's
Looking for my partner
Cooling in a Honda
Color Matt Hoffa
Where the f*ck you going, come back
Catch me at McDonald's
Looking for my partner
Cooling in a Honda
Color Matt Hoffa

I got the compound bow in my trunk
She took a bath but her pussy still stunk
Audemar
Shawty got her nails done at the bar
I just popped a perc, feel like martial law
Rainy day the acid finna wash my car
Hong Kong bitches cooking seafood
Hips wide, panties looking see-through
Eating ass like a five course, ooh
Celebration bout to pop a cork
She don't like me but she just keep coming back
Cause I could hit the spots she ain't know was there
This what I did in response
Kissed her on the cheek and handed her the magic conch
She asking for some food I told her no
Cause I'm watching television shows
Bitch I am a baller and it shows
Bitch you know I run with the glow
Drinking Dr. Pepper in my bedroom
Ain't cleaned it in a month
I'ma let you know how I am feeling
Chew xans like a Reese's
Codeine in my feces
Make the money go that way
Ever since I was a fetus
Ducking feds, Cousin Cleatus
They not gon' find me for nothing
Shooting up in the bathroom
Stained eggs, dirty dozen
I threw a check on the beach
Then I hit it in the sand
Heard u was checking for me
Smoking weed up out the can

Where the f*ck you going, come back
Catch me at McDonald's
Looking for my partner
Cooling in a Honda
Color Matt Hoffa
Where the f*ck you going, come back
Catch me at McDonald's
Looking for my partner
Cooling in a Honda
Color Matt Hoffa

I think I'm falling down
I think I'm falling down
Please catch me if I fall
Don't catch me with some rounds
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Where the f*ck you going, come back
Catch me at McDonald's
Looking for my partner
Cooling in a Honda
Color Matt Hoffa
Where the f*ck you going, come back
Catch me at McDonald's
Looking for my partner
Cooling in a Honda
Color Matt Hoffa

I got the compound bow in my trunk
She took a bath but her pussy still stunk
Audemar
Shawty got her nails done at the bar
I just popped a perc, feel like martial law
Rainy day the acid finna wash my car
Hong Kong bitches cooking seafood
Hips wide, panties looking see-through
Eating ass like a five course, ooh
Celebration bout to pop a cork
She don't like me but she just keep coming back
Cause I could hit the spots she ain't know was there
This what I did in response
Kissed her on the cheek and handed her the magic conch
She asking for some food I told her no
Cause I'm watching television shows
Bitch I am a baller and it shows
Bitch you know I run with the glow
Drinking Dr. Pepper in my bedroom
Ain't cleaned it in a month
I'ma let you know how I am feeling
Chew xans like a Reese's
Codeine in my feces
Make the money go that way
Ever since I was a fetus
Ducking feds, Cousin Cleatus
They not gon' find me for nothing
Shooting up in the bathroom
Stained eggs, dirty dozen
I threw a check on the beach
Then I hit it in the sand
Heard u was checking for me
Smoking weed up out the can

Where the f*ck you going, come back
Catch me at McDonald's
Looking for my partner
Cooling in a Honda
Color Matt Hoffa
Where the f*ck you going, come back
Catch me at McDonald's
Looking for my partner
Cooling in a Honda
Color Matt Hoffa

I think I'm falling down
I think I'm falling down
Please catch me if I fall
Don't catch me with some rounds
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Writer: Damon Horton
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