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rip hutch - bbykobe & g.t. lyrics

[intro: bbykobe]
n*gga, hold on, n*gga
uh, yeah

[chorus: bbykobe]
i’m on what my city on, i’m tryna bring that feeling home
don’t be actin’ brand new ’cause you got new titties on
n*gga, this ain’t no track team, why you take them sprinters home?
know the street gon’ love this ’cause i’m on what my city on

[verse 1: bbykobe]
n*gga, huh, iced out buffies, n*gga, r.i.p. to hutch
money talk around this way, a lot of you n*ggas need to hush
he won’t let his b*tch play none of my songs, ’cause we used to hunch
took your d*mn payment on the crib, blew that sh*t at lunch
she like, “kobe, i wanna see your plaque”, i’m like, “b*tch, which one?”
on the track, i swing for fences, a lot of you n*ggas need the blunt
i be meditating, but i’d still get you rolled to keep sh*t blunt
gucci chrome to keep my spirits strong, this music sh*t gеt bleeped
***** tryna play like i’m not nice, i was writin’ his vеrses during his peak
n*ggas get drunk and start talkin’ crazy, sober up, say they ain’t mean it
and it still ain’t no beef, just don’t ever think sh*t’s sweet, n*gga

[chorus: bbykobe]
huh, yeah
i’m on what my city on, i’m tryna bring that feeling home
don’t be actin’ brand new ’cause you got new titties on
n*gga, this ain’t no track team, why you take them sprinters home?
know the street gon’ love this ’cause i’m on what my city on
what we on then, n*gga? what we on then, n*gga?
what we on then, n*gga? what we on then, n*gga?
what we on then?
[verse 2: g.d.]
spent the mansion up at hutch, n*gga try to call my bluff
i park my sh*t right in the front, hasty bring me out a slush
we who put the city on, still putting these n*ggas on
showed you what type of hoes, even down to your cologne
you boys will get the super belt, love cubs put sh*t under
yo’ b*tch ain’t really sh*t to me, i might f*ck but never love her
man, this b*tch the bravest, wanna sit up like a f*cking hummer
watch these nude n*ggas tryna hang, they work for undercover
so much sh*t stuffed up in the spot, n*gga, call a plumber
in turks, n*gga, hoppin’ off the jet, i ain’t bring no luggage

[chorus: bbykobe]
yeah, i’m on what my city on, i’m tryna bring that feeling home
don’t be actin’ brand new ’cause you got new titties on
n*gga, this ain’t no track team, why you take them sprinters home?
know the street gon’ love this ’cause i’m on what my city on
what we on then, n*gga? what we on then, n*gga?
what we on then, n*gga? what we on then, n*gga?
what we on then?
what we on then?
what we on then?
what we on then?
what we on then?
b*tch!

- bbykobe g t lyrics

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