Hodgy Beats - Strangers lyrics
rate me(Prod. By Mooxe)
(Intro)
Jealous niggas, jealous women, jealous, jealous, all jealous
Nahwimtalkinbout?
My nigga Mooxe
(Hook)
They be the closest ones to ya
They be the closest ones to ya
They be the closest ones to ya
Tryna maneuver and screw ya ova
The closest ones to ya (Ppprrr, Ppprrr)
(Interlude)
-Hello?
-Yo, man, what's good!
-Hey, man, what's good!
-Aye, man, I'm chillin', man, I was wonderin'
-Man, I'm busy right now, holla at yo boy later, feel me?
-Uh uh uh!
-Matter fact, lose my number!
-Matter fact, don't eva call me again!
-Feel me? Aight, 100!
(Verse)
People online fiction, Hound flicted
Caught an addiction, in the mister
Politicsin', constant whisperin'
Hit or miss, I'm prolly busy
I hit yo bitch, mane, she probly with me
The possibility is responsibility
It's contradictory, man, there's no constrictin' me
No divisionly, just me on the corner throwin' out some pigeon fees
Smokin' nicotine, broke the spliff down and wrote the sick-a-weed
I know you bitch now, yo hoes is little league
5-7 but I neva let up a little me
You niggas need some help to find yoself, dawg
Reason they held off on you cuz you fell off
You know yoself worth, that will leave ya well off
Not cryin' tear,s I fuckin' wish them down the well, dawg
What's sent for me is comin' for me, no mail fraud
Life is great, like Tony Tiger and Care Lawds
Am I what is bond, nigga, fuck a bell bond
I'mma build my own boat so I can sail off
Shawty aware bout what my work and tell it off
I got these muthafuckas angry, I don't fell at all
Playin' crosswords, a hangman in the loft
Handlin' moss birds, well mine is Lara Croft
I put on for my city, ya know I don't put off
I'll never die, I'm here forever, man, yo vital's lost
I got a bad bitch, porcelain China doll
And she a vegetarian, like tironosaurus
You mad at me fo' doin' me?! Well, nigga, I ain't sorry
I'm makin' sure my seat is good so you don't have to walk
About anything, cause everything is everything
And it's ova when the devil sing
(Hook)
(Interlude)
-D'ya know what I tell the hoe?
-I tell the hoe the world is all she got
-Sum' like that
(Verse 3)
Man, I pray fo' all my haters
I'm thankful for my savior
That's my son, truth under the pillow of a fuckin' saber
Let life teach you what it wants
But don't let it degrade ya
I'm in the backroom twistin' up my favorite flavor's flavor
I need fuckin' valets clean my palat
I got taste for bakers
I tilt the whiskey till I'm feeling tipsy
Riding from the studio
With lean on me like Nipsey
Listening to 'Lean On Me'
While leaning on my steering wheel
Under the seat, machinery
The beams on me, I'm here to kill
People don't know how to live their life and that's the illest thrill
Go up in my canister and find myself the chillest pill
What's real is real
I ain't got time fo' no false claims
I'mma turn my name into a boss's name
And better myself, fuck bein' lost in fame
First a nigga said he sold, then the Tec is paid
Then a nigga really talk the same
It's harsh and lame, but it's true and you art to blame
Fo' yo own actions?! And habitat adaptions
My nigga Mooxw!
