Song parody of
Hip Fire
by Rocklife Zho
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I was broke as hell, cuttin' corn with a screwdriver
Askin God what to do, why I
ain't ask MacGyver
All my niggas totin' Blicks fightin with fire
If a nigga thinkin' I ain't got it in his bitch
Hit my dance move hip fire
Bitch, I don't get tired
If you really want the bitch, go ahead, try her
You can have her, I'll pass her
Andrés Iniesta
Internet gangsta funny as hell die, Richard Pryor
This shit for the birds
This shit for the birds
I'm a pilot, bitch, I get flyer
Told my dog you got a chill, you tryna get higher
Keep dyin', they must love puttin' on suits
They tryna get hired
I put them on the team, they ain't got no funds
Take that shit off your neck, them are not the ones
Bitch, hit with two pieces, If I ain't got no guns
My third leg in yo momma probably
Bitch, these niggas my sons
If I get caught without it, please bust your gun
Cause if he get caught without it, I ain't sparin' none
If you rob me, don't post on your block, be prepared to run
Usain Bolt, remember three weeks straight to school, same coat
And I ain't lyin' outside, four days, same clothes
I forgot to buy a raincoat
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Double A
Double A
Rock Life Music Group
I got you, Marlon
Yeah tell em Free lil Eddie NCAA
NCAA
Free lil Eddie AA
You know I'll never change
The way that stick sound off
You know it's bringing pain
We used wear the same clothes for so many days
I still got that T-Shirt that my brother gave me
7 died me and Eddie sat and watched that shit
We was kids that's the reason we been dropping shit
Drop a nigga ass quick, like a drop a hit
I'll spin his ass myself before I send a blitz
This that hip fire, pull it off the hip fire
Make em retire
We ain't tryna re-hire
I'm a big guy dually truck come wit big tires
Diamond bracelet for Lil Marlon, that's a petty gift
We riding black truck, nigga we ain't taking Lyfts
I'm tryna fuck bitch, you ain't wit it then don't come in here
I said last year ain't got booked but this my fuckin year
And fuck a money counter, I'll count whole M in here
Til my muthafuckin hand pop
muthafuckin hand pop
And fuck a money counter, I'll count whole M in here
U Digg!
I was broke as hell, cuttin' corn with a screwdriver
Askin God what to do, why I
ain't ask MacGyver
All my niggas totin' Blicks fightin with fire
If a nigga thinkin' I ain't got it in his bitch
Hit my dance move hip fire
Bitch, I don't get tired
If you really want the bitch, go ahead, try her
You can have her, I'll pass her
Andrés Iniesta
Internet gangsta funny as hell die, Richard Pryor
This shit for the birds
This shit for the birds
I'm a pilot, bitch, I get flyer
Told my dog you got a chill, you tryna get higher
Keep dyin', they must love puttin' on suits
They tryna get hired
I put them on the team, they ain't got no funds
Take that shit off your neck, them are not the ones
Bitch, hit with two pieces, If I ain't got no guns
My third leg in yo momma probably
Bitch, these niggas my sons
If I get caught without it, please bust your gun
Cause if he get caught without it, I ain't sparin' none
If you rob me, don't post on your block, be prepared to run
Usain Bolt, remember three weeks straight to school, same coat
And I ain't lyin' outside, four days, same clothes
I forgot to buy a raincoat
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Double A
Double A
Rock Life Music Group
I got you, Marlon
Yeah tell em Free lil Eddie NCAA
NCAA
Free lil Eddie AA
You know I'll never change
The way that stick sound off
You know it's bringing pain
We used wear the same clothes for so many days
I still got that T-Shirt that my brother gave me
7 died me and Eddie sat and watched that shit
We was kids that's the reason we been dropping shit
Drop a nigga ass quick, like a drop a hit
I'll spin his ass myself before I send a blitz
This that hip fire, pull it off the hip fire
Make em retire
We ain't tryna re-hire
I'm a big guy dually truck come wit big tires
Diamond bracelet for Lil Marlon, that's a petty gift
We riding black truck, nigga we ain't taking Lyfts
I'm tryna fuck bitch, you ain't wit it then don't come in here
I said last year ain't got booked but this my fuckin year
And fuck a money counter, I'll count whole M in here
Til my muthafuckin hand pop
muthafuckin hand pop
And fuck a money counter, I'll count whole M in here
U Digg!
