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Hood Rich

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(Yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here?) I'm a bag selling two time felon I might fuck your freak I got bags million heard you telling I can't trust a peep I see a quarter millions every time I go to sleep My phone keep ringing my lil homie from the east He just want to murder he ain't worried bout no peace I just want a million,Lamborghini with no lease So many died this year gotta thank God it wasn't me I'm in LA smoking dope under them palm trees The streets so cold i fucked your bitch and made her leave Brand new with no key and all my sticks they loaded He a rap roadie I know that nigga towed it I bagged it then I sold it At the penthouse getting loaded I'm money I can't fold My trust you can not hold This a stash house you can't find out where I'm at I got cash routes and I'm pulling with a map Got a big mouth but we know how we do that I'm a bag selling two time felon I might fuck your freak I got bags million heard you telling I can't trust a peep I see a quarter million every time I go to sleep My phone keep ringing my lil homie from the east He just want to murder he ain't worried bout no peace I just want a million,Lamborghini with no lease So many died this year gotta thank God it wasn't me I'm in LA smoking dope under them palm trees I'm still hood rich I can't trap out where I sleep Re up Twice a week that's another feed the streets Got the drop on him right now but imma let him be My homie came up from Atlanta now he selling p's[?] Can't worry bout these petty niggas imma get the cheese I got lemon squeeze cause my homie from the east I got 223's fuck with me and you gon bleed If you want me on your track Just know it cost a fee I'm a bag selling two time felon I might fuck your freak I got bags million heard you telling I can't trust a peep I see a quarter million every time I go to sleep My phone keep ringing my lil homie from the east He just want to murder he ain't worried bout no peace I just want a million, Lamborghini with no lease So many died this year gotta thank God it wasn't me I'm in LA smoking dope under them palm trees