escosimo - hit lyrics
[chorus]
hit, hit, hit, hit
i’ma flip, flip, flip, flip
f_ck your b_tch, b_tch, b_tch, b_tch
get with it, it, it, it
[verse 1]
late night, i was on the town
had too many people rockin’ with me
liquor i’ma down, gotta top it off, obnoxious b_tches
can we go down maybe see what all commotion is
you’ve been down and out i been seen some things and now i’m winnin’
[bridge]
ohhhh
ohhh no
actin’ like you’ve been here before
we gon’ go
to the show
i’ma show you what it means to be the bro
[verse 2]
i was drownin,’ but now i’m winnin’
stayin’ down, i’m always grinnin’ (grinnin’)
out on towns, they call me clinton (clinton)
cops around, don’t drop the linen (linen)
ballin’ out like bradley stephens (stephens)
barry bonds, i’m still swinging (swinging)
johnny football, i’m always spinning (spinning)
knockin’ out all the competition (competition)
frank castle, unforgiving (unforgive)
mob bosses always slipping (slipping)
f_ck all the opposition (opposition)
mad at ’em, dropped his b_tchеs (dropped his b_tches)
room full of obnoxious b_tches
gеt ’em off me, i hate these b_tches
get ’em off me, i hate these b_tches
[chorus]
hit, hit, hit, hit
i’ma flip, flip, flip, flip
f_ck your b_tch, b_tch, b_tch, b_tch
get with it
[verse 3]
from u.s., i’m a patriot
you wanted a purse these, the new baguettes
how you talkin’ with no internet?
why you bother? you the one in debt
wembynama, i’ma triple threat
need my auto, what, my last name “betts?”
you my son, your mom is my pet
tryna move, i’ma intercept
ramsay smooth, i’ma cook, you’ll sweat
got your b_tch, she hoppin’ all on me
movin’ bread bank toppin’ like bundy
need my carrot, she a bunny
you not smooth, your nose runny
got new shoes, i want all the hunnies
get the f_ck up off me, dummy
get up off my d_ck, get on one knee
[breakdown]
what the f_ck are you doin’ with me
don’t f_ck with me i’m done
you needa get the f_ck over me
i don’t wanna be with no scum
[refrain]
ohh, i’ma hit hit hit
i’ma flip, flip, flip
f_ck your b_tch, b_tch, b_tch
get with it, it, it
are we done?
get with it, i’m done
[verse 4]
what the f_ck is you doin’?
you real stupid
i’m tired of these groupies
been tryna be a student
but all these f_ckin’ prudents be knowin’ what they want
they be sayin’ esco smooth and
he could f_ckin’ move in
give me a smoochin,’ even f_ck my c_nt
what the f_ck, do they see cupid?
turnin’ pages too lit
don’t need all the tulips
to prove what i have done
you haters been on a run
[outro]
ohh, hit
hit, hit, hit
i’ma flip, flip, flip
f_ck your b_tch, give her this (ohh, woah)
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