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hit u 2 - camtana lyrics

[intro]
072

[chorus]
why you all on my d*ck though (ha), that’s what b*tches do
what you talking bout my clique for (what), that’s what snitches do
got thirty rounds in my clip bro (what), imma give em to you
heeheeing hanging with that n*gga (guess what), imma hit you too
why you all on my d*ck though (okay), that’s what b*tches do
what you talking bout my clique for (ha), that’s what snitches do
got thirty rounds in my clip bro (what), imma give em to you
heeheeing hanging with that n*gga (guess what), imma hit you too

[verse 1]
got thirty rounds in my clip bro, don’t play or you get smoked
we carry sticks and pistols, pop pills and drink crystal
boy you fake i’m a real n*gga, watch anime and i’ll still k!ll ya
been bossed up since a lil n*gga, can’t do a deal but i’ll deal with ya
slid on the opps’ sh*t (what), and they was not outside
f*cking with a young don (guess what), b*tch you bound to die
72 the gang n*gga (072), we get idolized
you can’t walk up in my shoes (why), cause they’re not your size
your new girl i’ll smash her to (d*mn), light a blunt and then ash on you (d*mn)
think you doing something paying a lease, your b*tch bought mе an audi n*gga that’s my coupe
smoking blunts on the e*way, tru and wrap on 3*way
tru rеligion that’s a g thing, westside not the eastbank
get your sh*ll cracked like a peanut n*gga (peanut n*gga), get it off then i re*up n*gga (i re*up n*gga)
you pay a note i sell cars, like a car lot better speed up n*gga (speed up n*gga)
i think they’re mad cause we up, they’re small time like teacup
we big dogs they freeze up, all in the summer with heat tucked
[chorus]
why you all on my d*ck though (ha), that’s what b*tches do
what you talking bout my clique for (what), that’s what snitches do
got thirty rounds in my clip bro (what), imma give em to you
heeheeing hanging with that n*gga (guess what), imma hit you too
why you all on my d*ck though (okay), that’s what b*tches do
what you talking bout my clique for (ha), that’s what snitches do
got thirty rounds in my clip bro (what), imma give em to you
heeheeing hanging with that n*gga (guess what), imma hit you too

[verse 2]
ain’t got thirty off in my clip, got bout nine shoot just fine
ain’t no do*overs or reruns, when your nugget splits like a peace*sign
i seen pink mist i seen brain matter, splatter all over the pavement
this is 072 where gorillas move, swung sticks like they were some cavemen
complain and you’ll get your face dent, with the stock of the sh*t we knocking ya sh*t
no we ain’t f*cking with oppers and sh*t, cause them n*ggas be talking to coppers and sh*t
hallows got coppers on top of this sh*t, and you ever risk n*gga rocking your sh*t
don’t ever miss aim heaven sent, you gone have to go talk to god bout that sh*t
well i’m sending you to him (sending you to him), n*ggas be out just spilling the beans
you better zip*up your lips (zip), before you get ripped like a good pair of jeans
i got balance with that beam (that beam), i was trained to be a marine (marine)
ain’t no mask when i’m on the scene, cause ain’t n0body really gone fleeing (clean)
n*ggas all over my c*ck*stick (godam), man hop off that sh*t (hop off that sh*t)
n*ggas really wanna be a boss but (but what), don’t know what it costs and sh*t (godam godam)
n*ggas talking all of that glock sh*t (but what), but ain’t pop that sh*t (bang bang)
n*ggas talking bout they’re clean, til’ they get mopped and sh*t
[chorus]
why you all on my d*ck though (ha), that’s what b*tches do
what you talking bout my clique for (what), that’s what snitches do
got thirty rounds in my clip bro (what), imma give em to you
heeheeing hanging with that n*gga (guess what), imma hit you too
why you all on my d*ck though (okay), that’s what b*tches do
what you talking bout my clique for (ha), that’s what snitches do
got thirty rounds in my clip bro (what), imma give em to you
heeheeing hanging with that n*gga (guess what), imma hit you too

- camtana lyrics

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