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whatmore - hit it كلمات أغنية

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[intro: cisco sw_nk]
you, you find out
yeah, look

[chorus: cisco sw_nk]
hit it, hit it
gang we in tact, oh, we get it, get it
she got a man, b_tch, forget it ‘get it
i do not talk on no reddit
speeding so fast, don’t pay for no
hit it, hit it
gang we in tact, oh, we get it, get it
she got a man, b_tch, forget it ‘get it
i do not talk on no reddit
speeding so fast, don’t pay for no

[verse 1: sebastiano]
piff the pack up swerving, it’s a murder when i speak
keep my city turning its been me behind the screen, look
can’t divide the curses i’m like what the f_ck you mean?
won’t pass the feats i’m up in europe saying “dammi tutto il green”
protect my future hundred ways i’ll get this bag don’t worry ’bout me
slip the check up to my mans, i’ll pick the cash up in thе v
since a kid i’ve been too fancy double g’s up on waist can’t stump thе fee
i’m on my way to bringing bentleys on the street
counting the stacks all hunned, been that guy i ain’t frontin
look for the opps i’m hunting, all white benz we stuntin’
counting the stacks all hunned, been that guy i ain’t frontin
look for the opps i’m hunting, all white benz we stuntin’ (yessir)
[verse 2: cisco sw_nk]
hit it, keeping it quick
with the gang i’m hittin’ a l!ck
out in hawley i’m making a hit
see my face and you know who it is
out in brooklyn they know i’m legit
did it all with the fl!ck of my wrist (huh, huh, uh_uh)
got the world in the palm of my fist
sw_nk, top of the list
bro it’s never a hit or a miss
try making it out of the hood
try buying my mom a new crib
they wanna give me a bag, it wasn’t enough i told ’em it’s clipped
i’m looking off of the cliff, i’m making it big

[chorus: cisco sw_nk]
hit it, hit it
gang we in tact, oh, we get it, get it
she got a man, b_tch, forget it ‘get it
i do not talk on no reddit
speeding so fast, don’t pay for no ticket

[verse 4: cisco sw_nk]
5% tint, we drive with no limits
critic i cannot f_ck with no critic
my girl the one got her glued to my hip
yo b_tch like capital hit
and that sh_t you been bumping been making me sick
serving this sh_t from the gates
100s of the hits in thew safe
cheffing up soul on a plate
whatmore we run up the city, no way
run up the city, no

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