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Hooligan
Rushy
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I feel like CJ in Grove Street
Cids behind tryna follow man
In the back smokey smokey
I'm five star like the OG's
Bro got ice in his codeine
Peddle bike to my old fiend
Miami Vice like I'm Tony
Hooligan in my stoney, hey
She come back to mine for a little vibe when I get lonely
I can't have no badders tryna hold me
I might swing her to the homie (take that)
You don't know me but you act like you know me, hey
You don't know me but you act like you know me
I can't even tell the time on this rolly
Back when my money was low and I sold weed
I had to go out and get it with broski
Back when I was ducking low from the police
I had to look up, I ain't even holy, hey
Back then holes in my crep, I was broke g
Back then I was on my lonelies back then
Back then, Cali what I smoke from back then
You was getting smoked from back then
Back then you didn't have a Mac10 back then
I had to be the man when dad left
Back then, man was feeling lonely back then
I feel like Franklin in snowfall
Kitty kitties yeah, they're onto man
I need a yard in a foreign land
I need a milly, not a hundred grand
I'm calling teddy, bring my money back (bring that)
Wanda's calling for another pack
If you need it, I'll be there in a flash
What you need man, I'Il be there with the gas
I got that, hey
In these flats, l've done so much laps
I need more racks, I pay too much tax
Fake friends tryna hold me back
Say I changed, they don't know me like that
Plain Jane, I need a rolly like that
I ain't flexing, I just keep it cash
Might cop grills and make the diamonds flash (flash)
I feel like CJ in Grove Street
Cids behind tryna follow man
In the back smokey smokey
I'm five star like the OG's
Bro got ice in his codeine
Peddle bike to my old fiend
Miami Vice like I'm Tony
Hooligan in my stoney, hey
She come back to mine for a little vibe when I get lonely
I can't have no badders tryna hold me
I might swing her to the homie (take that)
You don't know me but you act like you know me, hey
You don't know me but you act like you know me
I can't even tell the time on this rolly
Back when my money was low and I sold weed
I had to go out and get it with broski
Back when I was ducking low from the police
I had to look up, I ain't even holy