District Hood Songtext
von Yung PRH feat. La1Zar
District Hood Songtext
Yayayayayayaaa
Flexin′ on 'em damn loud
That shit′s what I can doubt
Nigga, I ain't stand out
Nigga, I ain't stand out
Only wearin′ Louis V
Money on my Gucci tee
District Hood, ice on me
District Hood, fuck you B
When we take pulls on the blunt like Yah
Can you feel the smoke comin′ down on ya
Shit, I'm high again, oh god
Niggas want money, I haven′t even started
Yayayayayayaaa
Fakin' on with the District Hood
Diamonds blinkin′ in my hood
Shit just got me sinkin', up I stood
Bitches bust up in my cars
Suckin′ dick and smashin' ya
Countin' stacks until I die
And I still make a Spiegelei
Lakin′ bitches damn nice
I don′t play these, I get bitches
What the fuck you thinkin'
Im insane, right
Same side
Lyin′ on the floor, floor, floor
Big ass dancin' bitches, just like J-Lo, Lo
All my niggas hatin′ you, so, so
Dawg, they runnin' for ya with the .4, .4, .4
Until I drop, I fill you up
My racks are cut, my stacks are shut
You fakin′ 'cause I tapin' those
On all my shoes, I see Lacoste
My niggas are droppin′ the Silla
Believe me, don′t kill me like Trigger
My money is light, I'm bein′ alright
Lookin' up the skylight
Flexin′ on 'em damn loud
That shit′s what I can doubt
Nigga, I ain't stand out
Nigga, I ain't stand out
Only wearin′ Louis V
Money on my Gucci tee
District Hood, ice on me
District Hood, fuck you B
When we take pulls on the blunt like Yah
Can you feel the smoke comin′ down on ya
Shit, I'm high again, oh god
Niggas want money, I haven′t even started
When we take pulls on the blunt like Yah
Can you feel the smoke comin' down on ya
Shit, I′m high again, oh god
Niggas want money, I haven't even started
Flexin′ on 'em damn loud
That shit′s what I can doubt
Nigga, I ain't stand out
Nigga, I ain't stand out
Only wearin′ Louis V
Money on my Gucci tee
District Hood, ice on me
District Hood, fuck you B
When we take pulls on the blunt like Yah
Can you feel the smoke comin′ down on ya
Shit, I'm high again, oh god
Niggas want money, I haven′t even started
Yayayayayayaaa
Fakin' on with the District Hood
Diamonds blinkin′ in my hood
Shit just got me sinkin', up I stood
Bitches bust up in my cars
Suckin′ dick and smashin' ya
Countin' stacks until I die
And I still make a Spiegelei
Lakin′ bitches damn nice
I don′t play these, I get bitches
What the fuck you thinkin'
Im insane, right
Same side
Lyin′ on the floor, floor, floor
Big ass dancin' bitches, just like J-Lo, Lo
All my niggas hatin′ you, so, so
Dawg, they runnin' for ya with the .4, .4, .4
Until I drop, I fill you up
My racks are cut, my stacks are shut
You fakin′ 'cause I tapin' those
On all my shoes, I see Lacoste
My niggas are droppin′ the Silla
Believe me, don′t kill me like Trigger
My money is light, I'm bein′ alright
Lookin' up the skylight
Flexin′ on 'em damn loud
That shit′s what I can doubt
Nigga, I ain't stand out
Nigga, I ain't stand out
Only wearin′ Louis V
Money on my Gucci tee
District Hood, ice on me
District Hood, fuck you B
When we take pulls on the blunt like Yah
Can you feel the smoke comin′ down on ya
Shit, I'm high again, oh god
Niggas want money, I haven′t even started
When we take pulls on the blunt like Yah
Can you feel the smoke comin' down on ya
Shit, I′m high again, oh god
Niggas want money, I haven't even started
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