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HWC (feat. Cambino) Video (MV)




Performed By: JunkYardBaby
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Stanley Francois, Cam Hubbert




JunkYardBaby - HWC (feat. Cambino) Lyrics
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We gon' make them plays and say no more,
How we comin'
If I hit shorty, I'ma leave you sore,
How we comin'
We gon' get it out the mud, ain't no poor,
How we comin'
Watch your lady, cause she wanna see me soar,
How we comin'
We gon' make them plays and say no more,
How we comin'
If I hit shorty, I'ma leave you sore,
How we comin'
We gon' get it out the mud, ain't no poor,
How we comin'
Watch your lady, cause she wanna see me soar,
How we comin'
Shorty gon' give me head for that pleasure,
A nigga want his money tall, wanna measure
Heard my homie need some bread, I'ma split him
I heard that nigga run that pack, so I'ma hit him
I'm the shit, baby girl, so I got stain in my drawls
He was my nigga, I got the bread, then he went flaw
Ain't no freestyle, shorty this real, nigga blues
Don't ever say you real, what you say ain't true
I threw the bands in the air, seen everybody flew
Mari no engineer, but he keep that f*ckin' tool
Different sound, different f*ckin' flow
All my numbers up, I don't got a scope
Make the bands from the top, then end up on the floor
F*ck your key, nigga, cause we outchea kickin' doors
Told they ass Florida sour, cause we don't like honey
How you runnin' with that pack, but ain't makin' money
We gon' make them plays and say no more,
How we comin'
If I hit shorty, I'ma leave you sore,
How we comin'
We gon' get it out the mud, ain't no poor,
How we comin'
Watch your lady, cause she wanna see me soar,
How we comin'
We gon' make them plays and say no more,
How we comin'
If I hit shorty, I'ma leave you sore,
How we comin'
We gon' get it out the mud, ain't no poor,
How we comin'
Watch your lady, cause she wanna see me soar,
How we comin'
Ayy, shorty, bounce out with that 30
Gon' split him like a Kit-Kat
F*ck that talkin', I don't wanna chit-chat
If your body right, uh, I'ma hit that
Glee
Let me get back on the motherf*ckin' beat
Same lil' nigga on the grind, was on the street
Momma soon, I'ma put Gucci on your f*ckin' feet
We the winning team, nigga, NFL don't do defeat
Talkin' down, watch how quick we kick your door, I keep a pole
Don't act stupid, what's that shit you said before? Pour four
For them youngins in the ground, we snatchin' souls, let it blow
NFL, we on the rise, blowin' O's
Let it rip, 4-4 on my hip, 13 when we dip
Don't you slip, up it from the wrist, I keep a couple clips
Murder on my mind, aye y'all goin' wild, can't waste no time
Since you tried to run, bullets walk you down, might catch your spine
How we comin'?
We gon' make them plays and say no more
How we comin'?
If I hit shorty, I'ma leave you sore
How we comin'?
We gon' get it out the mud, ain't no poor
How we comin'?
Watch your lady, cause she wanna see me soar
How we comin'
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We gon' make them plays and say no more,
How we comin'
If I hit shorty, I'ma leave you sore,
How we comin'
We gon' get it out the mud, ain't no poor,
How we comin'
Watch your lady, cause she wanna see me soar,
How we comin'
We gon' make them plays and say no more,
How we comin'
If I hit shorty, I'ma leave you sore,
How we comin'
We gon' get it out the mud, ain't no poor,
How we comin'
Watch your lady, cause she wanna see me soar,
How we comin'
Shorty gon' give me head for that pleasure,
A nigga want his money tall, wanna measure
Heard my homie need some bread, I'ma split him
I heard that nigga run that pack, so I'ma hit him
I'm the shit, baby girl, so I got stain in my drawls
He was my nigga, I got the bread, then he went flaw
Ain't no freestyle, shorty this real, nigga blues
Don't ever say you real, what you say ain't true
I threw the bands in the air, seen everybody flew
Mari no engineer, but he keep that f*ckin' tool
Different sound, different f*ckin' flow
All my numbers up, I don't got a scope
Make the bands from the top, then end up on the floor
F*ck your key, nigga, cause we outchea kickin' doors
Told they ass Florida sour, cause we don't like honey
How you runnin' with that pack, but ain't makin' money
We gon' make them plays and say no more,
How we comin'
If I hit shorty, I'ma leave you sore,
How we comin'
We gon' get it out the mud, ain't no poor,
How we comin'
Watch your lady, cause she wanna see me soar,
How we comin'
We gon' make them plays and say no more,
How we comin'
If I hit shorty, I'ma leave you sore,
How we comin'
We gon' get it out the mud, ain't no poor,
How we comin'
Watch your lady, cause she wanna see me soar,
How we comin'
Ayy, shorty, bounce out with that 30
Gon' split him like a Kit-Kat
F*ck that talkin', I don't wanna chit-chat
If your body right, uh, I'ma hit that
Glee
Let me get back on the motherf*ckin' beat
Same lil' nigga on the grind, was on the street
Momma soon, I'ma put Gucci on your f*ckin' feet
We the winning team, nigga, NFL don't do defeat
Talkin' down, watch how quick we kick your door, I keep a pole
Don't act stupid, what's that shit you said before? Pour four
For them youngins in the ground, we snatchin' souls, let it blow
NFL, we on the rise, blowin' O's
Let it rip, 4-4 on my hip, 13 when we dip
Don't you slip, up it from the wrist, I keep a couple clips
Murder on my mind, aye y'all goin' wild, can't waste no time
Since you tried to run, bullets walk you down, might catch your spine
How we comin'?
We gon' make them plays and say no more
How we comin'?
If I hit shorty, I'ma leave you sore
How we comin'?
We gon' get it out the mud, ain't no poor
How we comin'?
Watch your lady, cause she wanna see me soar
How we comin'
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Writer: Stanley Francois, Cam Hubbert
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