Текст Onyx – Black Hoodie Rap
Текст:
Black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap
Black hoodie rap, black, black hoodie rap
This is black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap
Black hoodie rap, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie rap
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I’m a hundred mad, it ain’t hard to fucking tell
It don’t make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
Get me through the night, lookin like a grim reaper
Shut a nigga lights out, put’em in the sleeper
Plus I crypt keepers, graveyard shift like killa
And you can see murdas, just like Steve Miller
My backstreet killaz, South Side is a ghost town
Niggas try to play me, them niggas is ghost now
This is how it goes down, with black hoodie rap
We stick you up, you gotta pay to get your goodies back
This is where the hood is at, like Pac
We hit’em up (hit em up) with one touch of the fully mac
Index on the hair pin trigga
Go be the next nigga, back to the hook Jigga
Black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap
Black hoodie rap, black, black hoodie rap
This is black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap
Black hoodie rap, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie rap
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Fuck that pop shit, fuck with me you get popped quick
My guns give you a sex change, you turn to a bitch
And I don’t wear skinny jeans cuz my Glocks don’t fit
Fuck around try to pull out, and blow off my dick
How you tie niggas up try to get in their safe
Either rap too soft, or we too hard
It’s that jailhouse music bang that shit in your yard
All that internet gangstas, that’s the problem
Talking ’bout shooting while they’re just fast in bloggin’
In the streets getting cream like Baskin-Robbins
Even it mean I gotta start blastin’ and robbin’
Goin’ to jail for criminals like going to school
You come out a little better at the crimes you do
And when I die, don’t dress me up in the suit
It’s A1s, hard denim, black hoodies, I’m cool
Black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap
Black hoodie rap, black, black hoodie rap
This is black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap
Black hoodie rap, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie rap
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Keep a black hoodie for the strong armrobbery
Me and my gun close, that’s comradery
Cold blood it runs through my veins
Fuck ya’ll I know thugs, that’ll run through your game
My niggas bang, on site in broad daylight
Walk by and take a nigga life
See the hoodie cover my face, no need for mask
Shades for the green eyes, pussy nigga I need mine
You need time, and clock’s still ticking
3, 2, 1 I’mma load up my gun
Boom! Nigga face down, hands behind your back
That’s some police shit, you don’t know me bitch
You ever heard of Rob & Vic?
Well I’m just like them, in a form what I got is sin
Shells longer than a q-tip fuck talkin’ it out
Throw my hoodie on and walk in ya house, nigga
Black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap
Black hoodie rap, black, black hoodie rap
This is black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap
Black hoodie rap, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie rap
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