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Dj Ill Will - Hnhh Cypher lyrics
(Kid Ink)
I said its 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 aint 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 its 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 aint 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 aint as fat as my roaches 
bout to go HAM, ya n-ggas just kosher 
I'ma shark in the water, see the fin then its 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 
theres 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 
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ima 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 ur neighborhood 
let my money do the talking 
I aint gotta say Im 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 
Im 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 its T-Lanez, Ink, Meek, and Los in this bitch 
(Tory Lanez)











