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von Hotboy Wes

The h- love it (the h- love it)

Street - persona, thuggin′ lonely, I got no friends (no friends)
B- say, "Bae, you better not play, - what they say, just go in" (go in)
Break her back, blow out her cat, rip out her tracks and sew-in
That backend late, I blow that Drac', I better not play, I go in (go in)
Came grinding off porches (Porches)
- rocks on torches (torches)
Drop top on Porsches (skrrt)
Driving like Jeff Gordon (skrrt)
All white my Forces
Wait for it, don′t force it (nah)
Broke and a b- ain't like all of my pics, now I'm poppin′ my sh- in my portraits (cheese)

You know how I′m livin', don′t play with my feelings, inside of my head, I hear voices
I'm really a savage, I didn′t have a daddy, I had to go make me some choices (choices)
Chasin' after my dreams, servin′ fiends at a FEMA (FEMA)
- can't even see me, I'm feeling like John Cena (- can′t see me)
Moved out of Section 8, I′m catchin' plays in Pasadena
The ones who didn′t believe me, made 'em all a believer, gang


Street - persona, thuggin′ lonely, I got no friends (no friends)
B- say, "Bae, you better not play, - what they say, just go in" (go in)
Break her back, blow out her cat, rip out her tracks and sew-in
That backend late, I blow that Drac', I better not play, I go in (go in)
Came grinding off porches (Porches)
- rocks on torches (torches)
Drop top on Porsches (skrrt)
Driving like Jeff Gordon (skrrt)
All white my Forces
Wait for it, don′t force it (nah)
Broke and a b- ain't like all of my pics, now I'm poppin′ my shit in my portraits (cheese)

I ain′t shakin' no hand (I ain′t shakin' no hand)
I just talked to my dog through a JPay
All my diamonds hittin′ like a hurricane, make a b- holler, "A bay bay"
I'm a real Crip, got hollow tips and an extra clip on the AK
In the alleyway servin′ straight hard
I'ma post up, - a face card
I'm a roguish - in a racecar
With a 40 Glock and an AR
If you looking for me, I don′t stay far
I′m where the lions, tigers, and the apes are


Street - persona, thuggin' lonely, I got no friends (no friends)
B- say, "Bae, you better not play, - what they say, just go in" (go in)
Break her back, blow out her cat, rip out her tracks and sew-in
That backend late, I blow that Drac′, I better not play, I go in (go in)
Came grinding off porches (Porches)
- rocks on torches (torches)
Drop top on Porsches (skrrt)
Driving like Jeff Gordon (skrrt)
All white my Forces
Wait for it, don't force it (nah)
Broke and a B- ain′t like all of my pics, now I'm poppin′ my shit in my portraits (cheese)

The h- love it (the h- love it)