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Hooligans Video (MV)




Performed By: Eric Dontè
Language: English
Length: 3:27
Written by: Roman Bullock, Eric Dontè, Frederick Haddox Jr.




Eric Dontè - Hooligans Lyrics
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Ain't answered no calls
I've been busy throwing raves and shit
Bags make 'em go crazy niggas start going tat for tit
Niggas don't get no cash
Niggas don't get no ass
Don't be taking no baths
Oh it's my fault must laugh
You're in the presence of a rising star
When I'm at handle I'm buying the bar
Passenger Prince never swerving the car
Still going up guess I'm just going real far
E-R-I-C
'Cause my shit cold icy
Niggas mock me I see
They shit dead trash I.V.
Gotta be quicker than that
I am ahead of your homie's a lapdog
I am not hearing the crap
They do not want me to get they ass clap yeah
Let me be a nice boy
Don't wanna have to up the steal toy
Pisces fish talking no Coi
Came from ramen, hot sauce no soy
Yes I freelance, unemployed
Still be stacking shit, chip ahoy
Never broke shit
Not moy
I'm from STL no Illinois
You live in the trap with the beez
I'm up on the map with the keys
Guess I just got what they need
'Cause they following me Harry Steez
Throw that ass in a circular motion
Yea we get litty on a regular day
Yo ex nigga like a lotta commotion?
Whenever he see me, he always behave
Like, what?
Mad Discretion, nigga that's the new wave
No acting lessons, but I'm ready to play
He a bad impression, you got egg on your face.
I ain't played golf in a minute but next one to get it is finished
I'm hitting a fade
When I call you hoe, you offended
But you was on go when we ended
I get it, okay
I know we ain't f*cked in a minute and I be a beast when I'm in it
I'm toxic, okay
I can know you for months and then block you in days
You stay in yo feelings, I stay out the way
We used to be homies
We used to go back
I was the Kodak and you was the BLACK
A lil bit of dis and a lil bit of dat
Dick can be selfish, so don't get attached
Like wait
No, he not my equal, not even a tad
They slipping, they leaving, they going out sad
Will never do needles, will never do crack
I'm that nigga them soup cooler lips
Like Campbells, "mmm mmm good" if you say so
Both fingers on the trigger when I shoot shoot shoot
You dipping like chile con queso
F*ck around and catch a body like Dej Loaf
Do you wanna trade a fitted for a halo?
Got the skill and the talent of a maestro
Only thing that's getting me in trouble is my pink tornado
I only f*ck with hoes that'll catch the skeet (Swallow)
Like I only f*ck with niggas that'll can catch the beat (Mono)
Only f*ck with the best, I'm passed elite (Follow)
Shit my energy in person is such a treat (Moto)
My aura so bright
(Yeah it's no shade)
I'm all of yall type
(Cocaine)
All gas no brakes
(Propane)
I'm Limitless, No Ceilings
(Lil Wayne)
MDE what I rep
Nigga please put speed in ya step
I'm in lead with the depth
Real deep, all stealth when I crept
I step like champ
Can't recall the last time that I've felt
Real numb like dumb
On cloud 9 but I'm still the one
My pen be penning
I write these for fun
Probably got a song about you
If you made me cum, hun
Been the greatest of the goats
In the middle of the field
Grinding green while I smoke
I don't really drink the liquor
But I'll pour it for the 'drobe
And I probably got you drunk
'Cause you stare while I gloat
Call me sailor man Bynk
I'm the real show boat
Could be truth or a lie
Ain't gone matter when I poke
But truthfully speaking
Most niggas are a joke
Or they probably somewhere high cause they all on the coke
You can hear it in they throat
Whew
Imma mf fool
Head high
God complex
Put the Mantra in context
Most importantly, I'm blessed
Don't worry what I rep
I done passed all kinda test
Ain't saying that I'm the best
But just know that I'm god's flex
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Ain't answered no calls
I've been busy throwing raves and shit
Bags make 'em go crazy niggas start going tat for tit
Niggas don't get no cash
Niggas don't get no ass
Don't be taking no baths
Oh it's my fault must laugh
You're in the presence of a rising star
When I'm at handle I'm buying the bar
Passenger Prince never swerving the car
Still going up guess I'm just going real far
E-R-I-C
'Cause my shit cold icy
Niggas mock me I see
They shit dead trash I.V.
Gotta be quicker than that
I am ahead of your homie's a lapdog
I am not hearing the crap
They do not want me to get they ass clap yeah
Let me be a nice boy
Don't wanna have to up the steal toy
Pisces fish talking no Coi
Came from ramen, hot sauce no soy
Yes I freelance, unemployed
Still be stacking shit, chip ahoy
Never broke shit
Not moy
I'm from STL no Illinois
You live in the trap with the beez
I'm up on the map with the keys
Guess I just got what they need
'Cause they following me Harry Steez
Throw that ass in a circular motion
Yea we get litty on a regular day
Yo ex nigga like a lotta commotion?
Whenever he see me, he always behave
Like, what?
Mad Discretion, nigga that's the new wave
No acting lessons, but I'm ready to play
He a bad impression, you got egg on your face.
I ain't played golf in a minute but next one to get it is finished
I'm hitting a fade
When I call you hoe, you offended
But you was on go when we ended
I get it, okay
I know we ain't f*cked in a minute and I be a beast when I'm in it
I'm toxic, okay
I can know you for months and then block you in days
You stay in yo feelings, I stay out the way
We used to be homies
We used to go back
I was the Kodak and you was the BLACK
A lil bit of dis and a lil bit of dat
Dick can be selfish, so don't get attached
Like wait
No, he not my equal, not even a tad
They slipping, they leaving, they going out sad
Will never do needles, will never do crack
I'm that nigga them soup cooler lips
Like Campbells, "mmm mmm good" if you say so
Both fingers on the trigger when I shoot shoot shoot
You dipping like chile con queso
F*ck around and catch a body like Dej Loaf
Do you wanna trade a fitted for a halo?
Got the skill and the talent of a maestro
Only thing that's getting me in trouble is my pink tornado
I only f*ck with hoes that'll catch the skeet (Swallow)
Like I only f*ck with niggas that'll can catch the beat (Mono)
Only f*ck with the best, I'm passed elite (Follow)
Shit my energy in person is such a treat (Moto)
My aura so bright
(Yeah it's no shade)
I'm all of yall type
(Cocaine)
All gas no brakes
(Propane)
I'm Limitless, No Ceilings
(Lil Wayne)
MDE what I rep
Nigga please put speed in ya step
I'm in lead with the depth
Real deep, all stealth when I crept
I step like champ
Can't recall the last time that I've felt
Real numb like dumb
On cloud 9 but I'm still the one
My pen be penning
I write these for fun
Probably got a song about you
If you made me cum, hun
Been the greatest of the goats
In the middle of the field
Grinding green while I smoke
I don't really drink the liquor
But I'll pour it for the 'drobe
And I probably got you drunk
'Cause you stare while I gloat
Call me sailor man Bynk
I'm the real show boat
Could be truth or a lie
Ain't gone matter when I poke
But truthfully speaking
Most niggas are a joke
Or they probably somewhere high cause they all on the coke
You can hear it in they throat
Whew
Imma mf fool
Head high
God complex
Put the Mantra in context
Most importantly, I'm blessed
Don't worry what I rep
I done passed all kinda test
Ain't saying that I'm the best
But just know that I'm god's flex
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Writer: Roman Bullock, Eric Dontè, Frederick Haddox Jr.
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