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wrong or if you were right
R.I.P. H.B.
in
Jetzon boys you fucking dicks
Go to HB and see who kicks
Johnny D, Clyde's, Merlin's go die
[Chorus]

I got them pounds and the Q.P.'s, I move units, I ain't talking bout cd's
I'm talking bout HB's, a hundred pounds nigga holla at HB
Nigga I can
wonder why can't she lie close to me

I hope you listen to me
Every night before you go to sleep
And know that someone in HB
Is thinking of you, Bonnie

My
immer dann wenn HB im Haus ist,
Lasst die Hände oben, ich will sehen wir ihr austickt
Keiner der hier krasser war,
F, Geck und Baba Saad,
HB alle
[Lil Wayne talking]
(Lets go, fuck wit me)
Weezy We nigga, lets go, oh oh oh oh, do it, do it
HB's nigga, we run tha streets nigga,lets go(oh, oh)
We
It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets
Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet
Gazer seats hold the bare floors
I faithfully hold to pimp whores
You ate with
on fire with my HB's
Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double are
Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you can find me 
Right up in them
on fire with my HB's
Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double are
Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you can find me 
Right up in them
on fire true H.B.s 
In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds 
Its a must we stay vest up 'cause we worth a lot of cheese 
Told them haters we was goin'
Live with us H-B 
What what (echo) 

[Chorus: x3]
(B.G.) Niggas in trouble cause the Hotboys behind the trigger 
(Juvenile) You don't want this out
and the HB's in this motherfucker man (the Hot Boys)
Juvenile (Bosco) you heard about me
The BG (uh-huh) the number one stun'na (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Baby
hell will be all blowin'
'Till I R.I.P C-M-R I be
I put it down for all my peeps
Nigga, I'm H-B for real

[Chorus: x2]

All I know is the streets
in convertable Rolls Royce with the HB's 
Draped with diamonds and gold hoes love me 
Fuckin' right nigga I raised the B.G. 

That's why I'm a hot
The HB's done hooked up with them Jim Crows, ya heard me?
And guess what, we ain't no hoes, nigga
CMR, ATL there's no tomorrow, nigga
Cash Money
to me it's Santa Cruz
Don't find HB the man to lose, you ain't a bruise
Catch me on MTV or your local channel news
In London recording to Fuse, I'm
get my dough 
Then hell will be all blowin'
Til I R.I.P., C.M.B. I be
I put it down for all my peeps
Nigga, I'm H.B. for real
 
[Chorus: x2]
a H.B.)
A H.B.
([B.] Ya understand)
Ya understand
Ya undersmell that
Ya gotta go get it
Damn, Baby, you're blindin' me, yeah
You're blindin' me, yeah
([B.] It's like bein' a H.B.)
A H.B.
([B.] Ya understand)
Ya understand
Ya undersmell that
Ya gotta go get it
Damn, Baby, you're blindin' me, yeah
bullets turnin' up
Ain't no stopin' them HB's cause we burnin' up

[Chorus]
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys)
I can’t leave it like that
M-C
F-A-B (nice)
H-B, Money, this, that, the other
Don’t mean nothing other than
Jets on holidays and
Chefs with
mission tryin' ta get that dough
Separated mine through prose,
Open and close just like a case
Place to place ya feeling ya safe
HB all up in my face,
got the funk 

The streets got all the funk 

Three T's got the funk 

Zhane got the funk 

HB got the funk 

Little P.O's haven't got
nigga, Cash Money HB
Gotta lil' somethin' a lot niggaz hate me
It's all gravy, I'ma get mine dawg
Until the day I day I'ma get my shine on
Ride on chrome,
nigga 
HB bought you're car, HB bought you're chain, left him n then that fat nigga did the same thing 
No loyalty, jumped clique to clique, he's a rappin

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