Hood Baby Tiktok Song Lyrics By KBFR. Main song words are Down south hood baby make all the boys go crazy look up down to the side wok got me feeling lil lazy.
Hood Baby Tiktok Song Lyrics
Down south
Hood baby
Make all the boys go crazy
Look up down to the side
Wok got me feeling lil lazy
Shuffle
Shuffle
Flex one hand show the muscle
Bring it round town
Hit it out the park
2 Hands on her mouth like a muzzle
Down south
Hood baby
Make all the boys go crazy
Look up down to the side
Wok got me feeling lil lazy
Shuffle
Shuffle
Flex one hand show the muscle
Bring it round town
Hit it out the park
2 Hands on her mouth like a muzzle
2 Hands on her mouth like a muzzle
Found all the pieces to the puzzle
Niggas think it’s nothing
Niggas think it’s easy
They don’t really know about the hustle
Henny Dusse 1942
Now she wanna do more than cuddle
She want me to pull up just fuck her
Spend a few hundred on bundles
She gon spend some time with me and some of the bros
Then we give her back
Sike we don’t even give her back
We ain’t even really getting into that
Tax a verse for a nigga then tell my label don’t even go clear da track
I fuck her good knock her out of the park now when she come she gon feel the bat
Down south
Hood baby
Make all the boys go crazy
Look up down to the side
Wok got me feeling lil lazy
Shuffle
Shuffle
Flex one hand show the muscle
Bring it round town
Hit it out the park
2 Hands on her mouth like a muzzle
Down south
Hood baby
Make all the boys go crazy
Look up down to the side
Wok got me feeling lil lazy
Shuffle
Shuffle
Flex one hand show the muscle
Bring it round town
Hit it out the park
2 Hands on her mouth like a muzzle
Hood Baby Shit Lyrics By Lil Keed
YSL thing, YSL chain
YSL slang, I got YSL fame
I got dirty birds, Arthur Blank
I never heard of you, don’t know your name
Hood baby shit (Woah woah)
Hood baby shit (Woah, woah)
Hood baby shit (Woah, woah)
Hood baby shit (Woah, woah)
Hood baby shit (Woah, woah)
Hood baby shit (Woah, woah)
Hood baby shit (Woah, woah)
Hood baby shit (Woah, woah, woo)
If I bring that bitch around, she do the whole crew
Thirty like Curry, yeah, we shootin’ out the roof
Special-made jeans, designer shoes
Lil Gotit went and copped the Panemera roof
Laughin’ at me, now I’m laughin’ at you
Ice cream diamonds, go ‘head, get a scoop
Yeah, I got rich but I didn’t finish school
Shit, I don’t even know what to do
Where the weed man?
Pints of the red, fuck Xans
Go catch my wave with your boot
Yeah, wave cap then
Hightop shoes, bad thots, ooh
Cashed out on her, cash on her boobs
YSL thing, YSL chain
YSL slang, I got YSL fame
I got dirty birds, Arthur Blank
I never heard of you, don’t know your name
Hood baby shit (Woah, woah)
Hood baby shit (Woah, woah)
Hood baby shit (Woah, woah)
Hood baby shit (Woah, woah)
Hood baby shit (Woah, woah)
Hood baby shit (Woah, woah)
Hood baby shit (Woah, woah)
Hood baby shit (Woah, woah
But I Guess It Was All Just Make Believe Lyrics
