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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
cause I made you nigga
HB bought your car, HB bought your chain
Left him and then that fat nigga did the same thang (yuh!)
No loyalty, jumped clique
cause I made you nigga
HB bought your car, HB bought your chain
Left him and then that fat nigga did the same thang (yuh!)
No loyalty, jumped clique
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
cause I made you nigga
HB bought your car, HB bought your chain
Left him and then that fat nigga did the same thang (yuh!)
No loyalty, jumped clique
like dat there stank 
Showin off three or four rubberband banks 
Me and HB keep a big bankroll pulled up in a Hemi wit the Lambo Doors 
Me and yo
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)
cause I made you nigga
HB bought your car, HB bought your chain
Left him and then that fat nigga did the same thang (yuh!)
No loyalty, jumped clique

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