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layaway - headhuncho amir lyrics

[intro]
(ziggymadeit)

[chorus: headhuncho amir]
puttin’ clothes on layaway, i fell in love with fashion
mama couldn’t afford it, when i got older, i had to have it
ain’t no dishes, just some turkey bags inside the cabinet
real ghetto boy, did from detroit to dallas
baby girl so fine, whenever i see her, she be smilin’
i’m a young n*gga, pockets grown, you n*ggas must be childish
my young n*gga gon’ blow some, he pull like ray allen
if ‘mir on the flyer, guarantee it’s crowded

[verse 1: headhuncho amir]
watch where you step, please don’t step on these new 1s
whatever ‘mir do cool, they gon’ cop it, they my sons
i’m the underdog, all these n*ggas wanna be some dons
this rap sh*t, it’s my job, i come to work and i have fun
i be doin’ my own thing, these other n*ggas groupies
had a n*gga in a wheelchair, every time he pull up, he want a cutie
i don’t beef with n*ggas, if it’s smoke, do him like a doobie
we pop out, it’s a movie, this ain’t sh*t like no tubi
brown imagination, she like, “d*mn, you smell fresh”
backpack on full, i forgot to cash a check
your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper sayin’ that i’m next
i’m a outside baby, ask my mama, i been left the nest
i was smokin’ jet fuel, i understood finesse
fifty*year run, what you n*ggas wanna bet?
my og one of the first one go forgis on a ‘vette
can’t fish wash in my hood, i learned from the best
[chorus: headhuncho amir & peezy]
puttin’ clothes on layaway, i fell in love with fashion
mama couldn’t afford it, when i got older, i had to have it
ain’t no dishes, just some turkey bags inside the cabinet
real ghetto boy, did from detroit to dallas
baby girl so fine, whenever i see her, she be smilin’
i’m a young n*gga, pockets grown, you n*ggas must be childish
my young n*gga gon’ blow some, he pull like ray allen
if ‘mir on the flyer, guarantee it’s crowded (ghetto)

[verse 2: peezy]
puttin’ clothes on layaway, i had to have that sh*t
i couldn’t afford it, f*ck it, i’ma sn*tch and grab that b*tch
i came from runnin’ out the mall to sn*tch and grabbin’ zips
give me a couple months, i’m comin’ back to sn*tch a brick
’96 chevy, got that b*tch from duffin
you can’t tell a n*gga sh*t about no hustlin’
started with a sixteenth, i really came from nothin
ain’t never goin’ for nothin’, rollie rockin, pocket stuffin
just come cop a couple, i’ll turn your trap up
from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m., that’s when we wrap up
lost a couple hundred, now i’m back up
fell in love with fashion, outfit cost me ten bucks, n*gga

- headhuncho amir lyrics

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