Liger Hood - Hellcat lyrics

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Liger Hood - Hellcat lyrics

First name Liger, Last name Hood Middle name gone, full name Liger Gone Hood Mama Raised my Good, Papa named me Wood They never though I'll help dem live in a white neighborhood So I be livin good, keep my party locally But at the same time this G gotta keep it so so lowkey So Lowkey, stay silently, cause Da watch gotta call PD Cause these neighbors be snitchin cause they don't want me Cause where I'm from we call that sh** uptown And when we see dem broke n***as we make sure they turn around I'm that controversy you'll find up in Tennessee Cause these n***as say I ain't black, that's white, I'm the hellcat I'm that Tiger, Liger lurking in dem woods I'm that predator, mess with yall, I ain't up to no good And if they say hey tiger, do you plan to retire I say hell no, I'm that tiger biting verses like a liger Mo specific my jaw structure more like a viper Cause when I go up inside her cave of wonders might go hyper Got the palest b**h feelin' like a second option Left that p**y so unconscious, feel like bubba watson I ain't the beginin' but boy I ain't missin' If I see a n***a ballin' you know I be swingin' White people shakin' naked cause they know I get it done Aimming at y'all f**in' skull call that sh** a hole in one Still think I'm a joke tryin' to f** with me After I'm done with tee, why don't you head to the green Now you're rollin' with yo clique, now you like holy sh** Can't commit, just like me like I'm done with yo b**h, n***a Try to take me down, this game is one on one Try to take me down, I stand six foot one Try to take me down, like I was my b**h But I earn the gold mothaf**a so you best be s**in' the dick Winnin' PGA Cuz I play golf amazin' Choppin' all dese bricks like I is all Asian These n***as say to me that I act Caucasian But yet I spit hot verse, parents raised me blasian So if you bring that beef, Imma let that sh** steam So if it's well done, I guess well done, cuz I don't give a f** son Cuz I got 2 daughters, R.I.P. to my Father Where the f** is my Honor, back home with my mother I turn the iron to gold so you know I'm an alchemist Ain't full of bullsh**, when I say ain't about to miss I own the club, yes the iron and the putter So I guess I'm aimin slowly at you muthaf**a