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kdon - hit a lick كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(d_mn, legendarykeyzz got beats)

[chorus]
we’re just tryna hit a l!ck
we’re just hungry little kids
on god i had to take them risks
in the trap yard with these bits
got residue in my fingertips
swear to god i had to make those trips
broad day rollin’ with the stick
clart_clart all in your whip, yeah, yeah
had to prebble downm these stones, yeah, yeah
puttin’ sweets in the chrome, yeah, yeah
from the hood, we keep the heat tucked
still bop and i lean up
my nitty’s nitty’s wanna meet up

[verse 1]
puttin’ food on to nita’s
trap hard in adidas
now all the nitty’s wanna meet us
black pouch with the hеaters
come from the guttеr with the roaches
sell to kitty’s, we approach them
my yg’s in stolens, yeah, yeah_yeah_yeah
all my n_ggas them holdin’, yeah, yeah_yeah_yeah
straight cali we be smokin’
on the landin’ i was chokin’
in the bando baggin’ up the snow
got me feelin’ like frozen
on the block, we’re lokin’
on the block, they’re postin’
i just do it with my drilla’s
back to the roads, back to the figures
bando livin’, dope fiends
and bando visons, we tryna get it
free my n_ggas that are in them prisons
[chorus]
we’re just tryna hit a l!ck
we’re just hungry little kids
on god i had to take them risks
in the trap yard with these bits
got residue in my fingertips
swear to god i had to make those trips
broad day rollin’ with the stick
clart_clart all in your whip, yeah, yeah
had to prebble downm these stones, yeah, yeah
puttin’ sweets in the chrome, yeah, yeah
from the hood, we keep the heat tucked
still bop and i lean up
my nitty’s nitty’s wanna meet up

[verse 2]
all my n_ggas slang coca yeah, from the stove
can’t you tell by this odour yeah, on my clothes
savin’ all these numbers yeah, in my phone
n_ggas know where i come from yeah, from the roads
up mount road to a bag of fiends
try me and it’s a casualty
on the roads where the hammers be
makin’ money off this bag of b
fresh home, my toast up
all this liquor got my throat f_cked
in the pad used to smoke up
couldn’t give a f_ck about no gov
two hands when i load up
all my n_ggas known for holdups
feds tryna get the bros sucked, yeah_yeah_yeah_yeah
get my green i need to roll up, yeah_yeah_yeah_yeah
[chorus]
we’re just tryna hit a l!ck
we’re just hungry little kids
on god i had to take them risks
in the trap yard with these bits
got residue in my fingertips
swear to god i had to make those trips
broad day rollin’ with the stick
clart_clart all in your whip, yeah, yeah
had to prebble downm these stones, yeah, yeah
puttin’ sweets in the chrome, yeah, yeah
from the hood, we keep the heat tucked
still bop and i lean up
my nitty’s nitty’s wanna meet up

- kdon

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