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Hitman beats
Only type of n#gg# that it is is a big homie
Only type of n#gg# that you is is a b#tch homie
Hang around illegal immigrants, they bring bricks for me
I got some rich homies, but I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Rich Homie
Me and gang got the same morals, never switch on us
I can hit the road for two days, make a quick forty
Said I know your b#tch, I lied, she my dick holder
She don’t smoke weed but for me she a dick smoker
Hotspots pushin’ out A1
Ran through the east in the drop with my day ones
Every b#tch I get breaks they heart ’cause I can’t love
I just keep gettin’ high, I ain’t stuck but I can’t budge
Ain’t your n#gg# in the squad, he don’t take drugs
Talkin’ ’bout Percs, talkin’ ’bout weed, talkin’ ’bout drank, mud
I just want my brothers in the sky come and say somethin’
Let me know you lookin’ down on me while I’m caked up
I can’t even feel my face
Knowin’ damn well ain’t got no feelins’ for no b#tch in my face
If I get blessed with a whole case Wokhardt eights
I know this guy showin’ me his true amazin’ grace, hmm
Real n#gg# only type of n#gg# I’m is, huh
Lil’ n#gg# only type of n#gg# you is, huh
Killin’ n#gg#s, disrespectin’ n#gg#s I’m with, huh
Gorilla n#gg#s only type of n#gg#s I’m with, huh
Ape n#gg# that’s the type of n#gg# I’m is, huh
Scrape a n#gg# with the AR or a .10, huh
Made a million, spent a million and knew I was somethin’, huh
I was really f#cked up, boy I was up and runnin’, huh
n#gg#s gotta understand I really came from nothin’
Still the same n#gg#, same name, can’t change for nothin’
I’d never drop a Plain Jaine, AP cost a hundred
Hmm, Audemar cost a hundred
All my dawgs want money, huh
We won’t fall for nothin’, huh
We gon’ keep it comin’, huh
We gon’ keep it bummin’, huh
Smoke up out my rasta
We don’t f#ck with Trump or nothin’
The Roc, the Wok, it’s lockin’ up
Two hands in the kitchen, one not enough
Only type of n#gg# that it is is a big homie
Only type of n#gg# that you is is a b#tch homie
Hang around illegal immigrants, they bring bricks for me
I got some rich homies, but I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Rich Homie
Me and gang got the same morals, never switch on us
I can hit the road for two days, make a quick forty
Said I know your b#tch, I lied, she my dick holder
She don’t smoke weed but for me she a dick smoker
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