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Kid Ink - 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
 Kid Ink - Hnhh Cypher - http://motolyrics.com/kid-ink/hnhh-cypher-lyrics.html
 step out the line
 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)








