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I want to do it 'cause it's fun
It's fun to do bad things
Did you know you could perhaps kill somebody? (Mwuah)
Yes, but I wanted to do hood rat stuff with my friends
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With my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Shake that ass, shake that ass
Bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)
With my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
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Hood rat shit (Huh, yeah)
Doing hood rat shit (Yeah)
With my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
With my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Huh)
With my hood rat friends (Ahh)
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I move to the 'burbs and put my friends on some licks
They say, tell me your story
Only thing you need to know is I'm in love with the money
Out here and I'm getting it, ayy
Young rich bitch, I'm pretty, ayy
Little bitty boys, big titties
Whole lotta hot shit, hot shit, hot shit
All my niggas gon' pop shit, ayy
Big ol', big ol', big ol' ass, all my bitches gonna pop shit
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With my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Shake that ass, shake that ass
Bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)
With my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
chorus
Hood rat shit (Huh, yeah)
Doing hood rat shit (Yeah)
With my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
With my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Huh)
With my hood rat friends (Ahh)
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Bitch, keep talking that shit from your Honda
Hoes love to act, but they ain't with the drama
Want my spot? Gotta fight like Wakanda
Bitch, run up and get hit with the one-done
Hood rat shit, yeah, with my hood rat friends (Ayy)
You ain't from my hood (Huh)
What you doing 'round here? (Hey)
Asking all them questions (Huh)
You must be the Feds (Ayy)
Better get from 'round here
Before you wind up dead (Yeah)
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With my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Shake that ass, shake that ass
Bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)
With my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
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Hood rat shit (Huh, yeah)
Doing hood rat shit (Yeah)
With my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
With my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Huh)
With my hood rat friends (Ahh)
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Moved out the hood but I still throw that bitch up (H-Town)
Came in the club with a clique full of shooters
Niggas get stiff, they call me Medusa (Mwah)
I don't wanna fuck without the Medula (Ahh)
Hood rich, doing hood shit
That ain't no champagne in my glass, ho
At the strip eating chicken wings with a thick bitch
She be dancing just like the diamonds up in my necklace
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With my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Shake that ass, shake that ass
Bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)
With my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
hook
Hood rat shit (Huh, yeah)
Doing hood rat shit (Yeah)
With my hood rat friends (Ayy, yeah)
With my hood rat friends (Ayy)
Doing hood rat shit (Huh)
With my hood rat friends (Ahh)
Writer(s): Paul Alejandro Penso, Kim Candilora Ii, Megan J. Pete