Dj Ill Will HNHH Cypher текст песни, слова песни HNHH Cypher Dj Ill Will & Kid Ink, Meek Mill, Los & Tory Lanez
Dj Ill Will - HNHH Cypher
feat. Kid Ink, Meek Mill, Los & Tory Lanez
I said it's kid ink baby
Turn to the max like tj
Body tagged up like the bottom of the free way
Game on lock you niggas need to get a key made
Run this shit it ain't 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 it's 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 ain't 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 and the roaches
Now niggas blunts ain't as fat as my roaches
Bout to go HAM, ya niggas just kosher
I'm a shark in the water, see the fin then it's over
[Meek Mill:]
They were sleeping on me
Time for me to wake them up
Counting all these fucking benjies
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 rapper dead
Memory of
Spitting that crack
This really is drugs
There's 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
Step out the line
I'm a show you how that mac feel
I'm like she? in the corner of that backfield
Wrong move and get your motherfucking caps peeled
Rolling and then swerving and? through your neighborhood
Let my money do the talking
I ain't gotta say I'm 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
Towel around my head
Taliban knock a 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
With the Roscoe's 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
I'm 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 it's T-Lanez, Ink, Meek, and Los in this bitch
[Tory Lanez:]
I get in the instrumental, like it a switch in the metal?
The bitch in rental just positions my dick in her dental
Y'all know my bitch is yellow bone, on yellow stone
Double scoop, chocolate woman and my vanilla cone
Yelling cause I'm very calm, yes I'm on the cherry bone?
Things seem quicker than a ping hit ya berry phone
Ya don't wanna talk about balling [?] larry homes
Money never growing, like a fucking young gary colmen
Men veteran, batter up, batter in
It's the N to you rappers, like the letter after M
And I'm a Lamborghini nigga, nigga you can never see me
I'm the shhh, triple H, you gone have to pedigree me
Bitch I'm ready for the beef, like it's some lettuce in between me
You got inny meeny money, teeny like the youngest preemy
And even if you niggas is crippin, still can never "C" me
Or beat me with 3 wishes, and a motherfucking genie
Scared and they fare when I play a record on ya
Weird and you squared, I could play checkers on ya
Rappers, ya'll actors, and I rip this track till it's "Tra"-"ck"
I roller blade, let it ride, show my face, televise
Dot to ya top, like the lower case letter I
I fly higher that a sci fi flyer
Fire like I'm 5 lighters, brighter than a high lighter
Oops, I'm in a loop for time
This a european whip check the coupe design
Time is money is the money and the truth inside
Goon shoot you in ya head make ya loose ya mind, fareal
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