SWISHAHOUSE - The Hood Luv Me lyrics

rate me

(feat. Willie D)

[talking:]

Yeah know I'm tal'n bout, Yung Redd mayn

Swishahouse the click, E-Class what they tal'n bout

Know I'm saying, TF nigga ay

[Yung Redd:]

Spending money, that I ain't never had

In my hood I'm a star, with mo' stripes than your flag

If my watch sick, then my L ring's throwing up

Sideline niggaz, still talking I'm showing up

I hear em speaking, on a block they ain't seen

Paint job soaking wet, bet my jewelry can't me

All my hoes look like, they came off the screen

With a ass so fat, hair down to her knees

Got my H on my hat, shades match that

Drank I'm po'ing up, haze I'm burning that

I pop tags, I'm the one your gal talk about

My ring insane, look his chain Crayola box

Play the parking lot, do's up the Promenade

Trunk cracked like the sidewalk, you know what I'm bout

These out of town niggaz, thinking we slow

But my bread come fast, and getting all mine back

[Hook:]

I got my ape's laced up, now I'm running my block

Pockets busting at the seam, till them rubber bands pop

Mayn I been showing up, that's why them girls love me

You ain't gotta like me, but the hood love me

She ain't never met, a nigga this hood

Tell her we don't look good, then you don't look good

I ain't never faking, that's why them girls love me

Post up, way I'm feeling mean the hood love me

[E-Class:]

I'm a hood cat, that got millionaire tendencies

Hit the scene, D's on a limousine lit with screens

Paint job, same color as promethazyne

Diamonds in my piece, liquid green like some Listerine

The blue bell wrist, the Dairy Queen pinky ring

All you can ice bitch, I'm some'ing like a skating ring

I told Johnny, I want it long as he make it bling

Bright so when it's light, as a light hit it and make a scene

The hoes wet, cause they liking the way I make it seem

Easy to get gutter and butter, working a triple beam

My 16's, are carosine and gasoline

Margaritas next to electric heaters, releasing steam

I'm dedicated, and deep in love with this music thing

I ain't leaving no time soon, you should get use to me

I got a on-going problem, I don't know who to see

That'll help me handle my feddy, and getting cream

[Hook]

[Willie D:]

Cat niggaz, bow down to the realest

I ain't jumping on a track, if the hood can't feel it

Relentless is the label, but I fuck with Swishahouse

Run up on me partna, bet you I ain't gon miss your mouth

Lexus Cadillacs, alligators and shrimps

Texas is the home, of the players and pimps

Respect that, cause if you come around here plexing

You going back home, in the cargo section

Stay on my grind, I ain't the sorry type

Not what you had in mind, but I'm what your daughter like

You want her with a cake, but she desire a strong nigga

That's why everytime I see the bitch, I'ma long dick her

Niggaz eating, cause a Northside playa took a gamble

Nelly made the song, but I started country grammar

They focused on my city right now, cause we blowing up

It's Willie motherfucking D, I been showing up

[Hook]