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the $hit - dan66400 lyrics

[southside hoodlum]
tell em whats the hold up
i just dropped an 8th up in my soda
sh*t i been a soldier
tell em ima roll up
pull up and i roll up
pull up wit the window down shoot you and you froze up
ima park that b*tch like rosa [sh*t]
south side baby what i throw up [sh*t]
you won’t be sh*t when we go up [b*tch]
ima be high when i blow up [sh*t]
big ass choppa and it came with a stick
riding with a baby like im riding with a kid
i just hit ya lady and i put it in her ribs
i got a baby bottle b*tch i think i need bib
i got a baby bottle and a dirty 40
sh*t i hit the latto when i used to lay there early morning
[sh*t, south…siiideee]

[dan66400]
grew up on this block keep a 40 like pac
man you trippin on some lil sh*t go focus on some guap
shorty run mouth but you sound like a bop
got some fiends on my line told em that i closed shop
i ain’t taking no pictures. i ain’t posing for no cops
gotta learn to move silent before you rise to the top
all about the hustle when i stuffed it in my sock
know tecatos in the spot that’ll off you for a rock
king with knowledge d*mn my nails polished
got me looking for a b*tch thats a ten and real flawless
pulled up with the cl!ck and we smoking some exotic
keep it real muf*cka you dont really what no problems
betta get ya b*tch before she part of the process
if she come around then the bop is getting topless
we, spin ya block in a whip with no millage
clean a stain, flip a pack, then we keep the money piling [b*tch]
[ratchet]
peter gang, if i woo; better woo back
call my … i can help her get her groove back
n*ggas beefing wit eachother, we dont do that
i traded in my hunnids im for fives cause we can do that
side b*tch tory got a new bag [get it]
and she flammed up, damu swag [get it]
getting to the bricks why are you mad?
i heard you wanna start a problem i wouldn’t do that
brodie stall em out get em ….
told em watch his tone it ain’t safe for n*ggas to do that
talking out of pocket ain’t no maybe we gon’ do that
had to wrap his head that sh*t was hangin like a du*rag
on the east coast not that many blood;
i been all over i got plenty love;
we ain’t throwing signs b*tch we throwing slugs;
two arms out like in tryna give this b*tch a hug

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