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Hoodrat Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Christian Li
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Antoine Floyd
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Christian Li - Hoodrat Freestyle Lyrics
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Put a hoe in check, uh, put a hoe in check, put a hoe in check, put a hoe in
Uh put a hoe in check, but I'm not endorsed by Nike
I ain't worried about you touching me cause trust me, it's unlikely
I've been cruising, I'm in all the hoods and I ain't got no license
Bitter bitch can't get her man back, they say that I'm the ripest
I ain't looking cause I know it ain't a bitch that's spitting like this
Different colors in the fro, you want shortcake or the Hi-C
Nigga, I ain't Cinderella, want a housewife then wife me
I can't sit around in these clubs, I ain't these thirsty niggas, no iv
Ex niggas steady calling my phone, I don't do fake numbers or privates
Overseas making love to these hoes in the ocean out here ducking these pirates
Ended up in entanglements with E3's
Should've been f*cking around with these pilots
How you rapping bout Dubai
When you aint even made it out the Bay Island
Wow, wow
I find it crazy I hear niggas throwing shade
Aint made a dollar for a feature bitch's paid
Aint think that I was finna drop this bitch's prayed
But I'ma eat him up in these beats
Really, I've been on some boss shit, I ain't finna beat him up in these streets
I ain't walking with security, only thing getting beaten up is his cheeks
He a trick, I'm a treat, about my business, and petite, try to say he don't
Give head, put the dick on the plate, I bet he gon' eat
Put that dick real deep inside him hit the spot, I bet he don't leave
Only freaky with my nigga though, that's how it's just gon' be
I don't know who gassing niggas, every time I see them, they be on E
I can't name one of my ex's, that aint ask me, how you just gon' leave
Understand you took your whip, but baby, why you take my keys
Niggas gon' be looking for me, baby why you take my weed
Know, that came from my great-grandpa, baby, why you take my ring
Tell these pussy niggas, shut up, arch your back, and take my D
I ain't finna make time for a pussy, trust me, it's not worth it, niggas talking about big bags, but still be on buses
And not working
Ask for rides in my DM, but on Instagram, they got Birkin's
Yeah, these niggas is my sons, but I ain't the one that birthed them
I feel sorry for you nigga like a pat on the back, but I ain't burp em
Going back and forth with a broke hoe
I ain't going round and round in these circles
Come directly and respect me, before I put shit on the surface, you ain't it, little daddy, but for sure, belong in the circus
Uh, the bag in we eating, no salads
Wearing cheap clothes with no stylist
Sex with a nigga in Cuba
Shopping and eating Italian
I been put niggas on game
They really been missing the talent
Aint finna keep schooling these niggas if they gone always be absent
The bag in we eating, no salads
Wearing cheap clothes with no stylist
Sex with a nigga in Cuba
Shopping and eating Italian
I been put niggas on game
They really been missing the talent
Aint finna keep schooling these niggas if they gone always be absent
Uhh
& I aint finna tell you little ass niggas this no more
He's a hoodrat, he's a hoodrat
He's a hoodrat, he's a hoodrat
He's a hoodrat, he's a hoodrat
Snatchies hoe i got yo man, come and get yo wood back
Uh
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English

Put a hoe in check, uh, put a hoe in check, put a hoe in check, put a hoe in
Uh put a hoe in check, but I'm not endorsed by Nike
I ain't worried about you touching me cause trust me, it's unlikely
I've been cruising, I'm in all the hoods and I ain't got no license
Bitter bitch can't get her man back, they say that I'm the ripest
I ain't looking cause I know it ain't a bitch that's spitting like this
Different colors in the fro, you want shortcake or the Hi-C
Nigga, I ain't Cinderella, want a housewife then wife me
I can't sit around in these clubs, I ain't these thirsty niggas, no iv
Ex niggas steady calling my phone, I don't do fake numbers or privates
Overseas making love to these hoes in the ocean out here ducking these pirates
Ended up in entanglements with E3's
Should've been f*cking around with these pilots
How you rapping bout Dubai
When you aint even made it out the Bay Island
Wow, wow
I find it crazy I hear niggas throwing shade
Aint made a dollar for a feature bitch's paid
Aint think that I was finna drop this bitch's prayed
But I'ma eat him up in these beats
Really, I've been on some boss shit, I ain't finna beat him up in these streets
I ain't walking with security, only thing getting beaten up is his cheeks
He a trick, I'm a treat, about my business, and petite, try to say he don't
Give head, put the dick on the plate, I bet he gon' eat
Put that dick real deep inside him hit the spot, I bet he don't leave
Only freaky with my nigga though, that's how it's just gon' be
I don't know who gassing niggas, every time I see them, they be on E
I can't name one of my ex's, that aint ask me, how you just gon' leave
Understand you took your whip, but baby, why you take my keys
Niggas gon' be looking for me, baby why you take my weed
Know, that came from my great-grandpa, baby, why you take my ring
Tell these pussy niggas, shut up, arch your back, and take my D
I ain't finna make time for a pussy, trust me, it's not worth it, niggas talking about big bags, but still be on buses
And not working
Ask for rides in my DM, but on Instagram, they got Birkin's
Yeah, these niggas is my sons, but I ain't the one that birthed them
I feel sorry for you nigga like a pat on the back, but I ain't burp em
Going back and forth with a broke hoe
I ain't going round and round in these circles
Come directly and respect me, before I put shit on the surface, you ain't it, little daddy, but for sure, belong in the circus
Uh, the bag in we eating, no salads
Wearing cheap clothes with no stylist
Sex with a nigga in Cuba
Shopping and eating Italian
I been put niggas on game
They really been missing the talent
Aint finna keep schooling these niggas if they gone always be absent
The bag in we eating, no salads
Wearing cheap clothes with no stylist
Sex with a nigga in Cuba
Shopping and eating Italian
I been put niggas on game
They really been missing the talent
Aint finna keep schooling these niggas if they gone always be absent
Uhh
& I aint finna tell you little ass niggas this no more
He's a hoodrat, he's a hoodrat
He's a hoodrat, he's a hoodrat
He's a hoodrat, he's a hoodrat
Snatchies hoe i got yo man, come and get yo wood back
Uh
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Writer: Antoine Floyd
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