Lyrics:
hit nigga this a fucking hit
Send a nigga home full clip,
traumatized by the whole trip
Boatload full of cocaina
Got some wolves 'round and some
Doobiest
Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?
Man, fuck that, hit that shit raw dog, then bail
(Here I lay)
Man, it feels good to be home
Meet
Hit it!
Aww yea!
Yeah
La-di-da-di, la-di-da-di
La-di, la-di!
You know what? Yo, peep this
La-di-da-di, we like to party
We don't cause
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
There is a sign that something's wrong
Now the eager crowd hangs on every word
But the sounds are slurred by the singer
Til' the people feel every
shoved in their face
And it's a disgrace Hailie can't play with her toys
In the front yard without you drivin' by, honkin' your horn
Screamin' some
Minus, gone, pow, you're outta here
This ain't no game to me, this is my career
Throw me a mic, plug it in, "Bet!"
I won't be happy til the dancefloor's
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
where his passion is
Hit the blunt then passin it
Hit the bottle then passin it
Hit the gas, hit the brake, hoppin out
Blastin it where da cash, where da
one
Man are talkin' war, don't know 'bout war 'til you end in one
The machine got sweets, not the vending one
Needed a hit, could have penned him
to sip from the jealous, play platinum pelous.
She made me look like a salad to are Kelly.
Can I walk by, without you grabbing me?
Shortie, tell me
interviews)
It's clear to see they wanna be me
Hit the road, E-X-I-T
My flow, they B-I-T
Shots thrown but I-D-C
Go home or do it B-I-G
My throne, they
hit me hit me hit hit hit me up til you.
Chorus:
Ru-ru-run my check. (Uh huh) Ru-ru-run my check. (You know who I am.) Ru-ru-run my check.
(What I need
I am out for a walk
And I will not be back 'til they're staining my skin
This is how I chose to talk
With some violent hits, violent blossoms akin
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
lil shawty
I ain't been to sleep shawty head put me in a coma (Yea)
From 5 in the mornin (Yea)
Til 9 in the mornin
Told you imma hit you when i make it
and a young man, we got to it and
We didn't stop 'til the birds hit the block
And she ain't never had it like that, haha
Girl, you are so fine
I wish that
so breezy
Man, why can't life always be this easy?
She in the mirror dancing so sleazy
I get a call like, "Where are you Yeezy?"
And try to hit you
just honest)
Gotta go and get it if you want it
Takin' drugs, we up to the mornin'
(To the mornin' time)
Fuck that money, buy her what she wanted
(Buy
are just full of jealousy
Envious of female independence
Hell with a clitoris, hit or miss
You will never consider this a bitter disappointment
I'll
Deep in your mental
Flesh'll get your best
Shoulda made you realize
I stay thirsty by the flesh
It'll be test to try me
Little bit on the front
In
all around
Don’t you fight the feelin’ get on out on the dancefloor
We’ll boogie ‘til the mornin’ and we’ll still be wantin’ more
When we’re blinded by
it seems so unreal
'Til the gunfire got you using tables as a shield
East side, west side, niggas getting chastised
Dropping like fruit flies, we all
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