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somewhere in america (remix) - hit-boy lyrics

[verse 1: hit boy]
look, it’s that towel under the door wrap
finding notices on the floor mats
five hundred dollar smoking fines
can’t let it blow my high
cause i really can’t afford that
versatility’s what we get for n-gga
check my wiki n-gga i’m jiggy n-gga
and i’ve been eating good for a minute
they just starting to get it
i stay hungry like twista’s sister
we never know what tomorrow holds
so i’m just in toronto with toronto hoes
ridding with the city’s obama, we mayback reclining
my thoughts is i need higher goals [money]

and really i got a new agenda
i heat it up, you n-ggers just little december
i’m leaving dust like olympian track runners
putting up mad numbers you n-ggers missing like bad jumpers
i’m in america, where american b-tches
on italian leather so n-gga watch where you sitting
know this sh-t reminiscing of all the sh-t that you grew up on
wishing that you could call up on me when you need a hit and sh-t
i’m busting at you busta may f-cking lames
rolling some realto n-gga steady screaming f-ck a fade

i e to n n-gga
my team for the win n-gga
riley woulda been said it
you n-ggas is f-cking g-y
pause

there’s no offense to the os, but i got more haters
than i got hoes [jk]
i just lied on that line before
you know these ladies treat me like bicycle [ride out]

and i’m just smashing on the critics with a vengeance
f-ck you feelings and opinions n-ggers talk before they listen
that’s that big sh-t, that’s that intentional cynical
f-ck n-ggers get off my genitals
before i vcut back and let it loose
i’m over the top and i’m ready to shoot

[verse 2: rockie fresh]
i just wish that i coulda appeared on entourage
smoked out on oprah’s couch, chilling with my moms
i’m blowing up tho so every thing i do is bomb
every time i cruise i turn a fool into a peep in tom
and jerry sandusky wouldn’t even feel these boys
why? because his p-ssy is weak
you see it every time you meet
it’s lights camera action
any time that rockie speak
they are -ss and your boys are lost like my cheeks
and me: i stay above parks
see how i got so high
that my hit my head on mars
and this b-tch say her man not fan of stars
he say my sh-t be weak
i got candy bars
but her fingers still stay on my d-ck
betwixt, she saw the whip and fell in love with the kid
so cat eyes every time she gotta look at the shine
pay day when i finish i get back to my grind
i got a beautiful mind
the song is racing and i’m bout to take another lap
stating real facts like a mother f-cking snapples cap
got the juice, 2pac is back
purified it isn’t tap
keep it true
go to fiji, let the homies steal the map
i’m stumbling into honeys
while i’m sipping liquor
i get paid to ride kicks
i ain’t got a kicker
i got these lames writing paragraphs under pictures
a lot of rappers sensitive so i don’t f-ck with n-ggers
but if you real i got a blunt on me
unh
and i’mma p-ss it if you want to
unh
cause somewhere in america
amanda bynes still smoking

- hit boy lyrics

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