known to man

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Hodgy - Rap

known to man

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[Chorus] (Pom-poms) Cheerleaders throw 'em up and down Real niggas show 'em what's up now They're in a crowd smokin' a pound The bomb (Yeah) (Get head, fuck good grades!) (Huh!) [Verse 1] I'm the star player at a game You know my number and my name, fifty-eight And when I get famous, I'ma fix your titties up And make sure they straight If I was certified to be a professor You'd get straight A's Your dad'll be proud as fuck Your momma be mad as fuck the way I pull up My hooligans comin' from the hood They ain't up to nothing good Do what we shouldn't Ain't have no daddy to show discipline Ain't have no wholesome momma to call a woman That's just where wе from Learned how to shoot a gun when I was a child Karma comеs in piles and loads Pick and choose my fun And I'm with a bunch of knuckleheads that's down the road Down the road [Chorus] (Pom-poms) Cheerleaders throw 'em up and down Real niggas show 'em what's up now They're in a crowd smokin' a pound The bomb (Yeah) (Get head, fuck good grades!) (Huh!) [Verse 2] Who's in charge here? What are you, the sergeant here? I'ma clean and load my gun until my target's clear, yeah Shoot all of you niggas 'til you all ain't here, yeah You may worship the Sun, I'm a star that's near Burned all my high school lettermans in a fireplace My legacy, it sits here right on my face I don't smile at you, frown at you at all I'm in the bleachers smokin' weed, watching basketball And pom-poms (Yeah)

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  • Hodgy