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• Artiste: Dj Ill Will
• Titre: HNHH Cypher
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[feat. Kid Ink, Meek Mill, Los & Tory Lanez] [Kid Ink:] I said it's kid ink baby Turn to the max like tj Body tagged up like the bottom of the free way Game don't like it niggas need to get a key made Run this shit it ain't nothing but a relay It ain't nothing you can tell us Bout to roll up kush sticky like elmer's This ain't no how I act like summa Going head up with me bring a motherfuckin helmet You niggas just special ed All I see is green but my eyes so red And all I do is win got a room full of clouds Bout to take another shot but I'm used to the fouls I ball it You could take 2 to the mouth it's illumni Throw it up 2 to the south Tell them deuces Just put 2 in the air So sick said it must be the flu in the air If you do it big then I prolly did it od Thought it was a dream but I ain't never get no sleep Up all night gettin higher then the nose bleed Swear I was raised by beats like moblique Came from the bottom Rats in the roaches Now niggas blunts ain't as fat as my roaches Bout to go HAM, ya niggas just kosher I'm a shark in the water, see the fin then it's over [Meek Mill:] They were sleeping on me Time for me to wake them up Counting all these fucking babies Till I get a paper cut Kill the competition Now? then I make them up Only time we Black and Yellow When the caution tape is up Ha, that record dead Memory of Spitting that crack This really is drugs There's hate in the air I ain't feeling the love You like an irritating fly I'm killing your buzzzzz I'm eating the beat This is pacman I'm on the grind Like a motherfucking lap dance Shorty gonn' do whatever Says shes a rap fan Every nigga round me Robin, Batman All black coupes All black wheels Step out the line I'm a show you how that mac feel I'm like she? in the corner of that backfield ? or get your motherfucking cap pilled? Rolling and then swerving and? through your neighborhood Let my money do the talking I ain't gotta say I'm good Who is that I ain't gotta say I would Riding like an engine bitch I ain't gotta say I'm hood I tell a hoe to follow me And swallow me I be spending money Like I fucking hit the lottery If I ever hit your girl Then this is my apology These suckas they be tripping Bout these bitches trynna body me [Los:] I'm about to go over round my arm Lean a way that I could feel it now Tali round my head Taliban knock the building down High cock blocker I'm a fly top shotter In my all red rims Like a high top Prada On my mommas mouth to the drama And lies would be gripping from my lips As I'm spitting that shit that Osama be gripping Hungry as a poverty stricken Robbery victim Where the rascals of waffles and chickens Win the lottery ticket And your girl let me pop it in real life I beat it like they locked me in a room With the doctor that killed Mike I feel like, put me in a field let the field lights Shine on the field now watch me kill all the field mice I'm anthrax you tampax I'm about to go Amtrax Jack Black black Jack Got the track saran wrap Stand back I'm slamming an antagonist Slapping you faggots putting the can in a bandwagon Swag of the century, mack and the bench of three I hear it was nothing trying to crack it eventually Rappers they mention me Boy I put this on my mother You'll end up interscope I'm jus trynna warner brother Still getting cheescake on these dummies Deal or no deal I got a briefcase full of money Jahlil on the beat, Will hosting this shit And it's T-Lanez, Ink, Meek, and Los in this bitch [Tory Lanez]