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tony fontana iii - hit-boy lyrics

ay
tony
wow, wow
fontana
yeah
yeah

[chorus]
808 rolling, pockets bulging, arms wide open
n*ggas can’t hold em, keep it in motion, [?]
closest ones who love me at my lowest
gangsta sh*t in my tape deck, running it back
really this sh*t is a marathon but we ain’t running no track
yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse]
i’ve been avoiding the noise, hopping in toys, moving poised
nothing is forced, mixing the formula, wedding in florida
we in domestic and we be foreigned up (and we be foreigned up)
like we some foreigners (like we somе foreigners)
oversees drеssing [?] catching lil n*ggas at war with us
on the i*10 we doing 120 we keeping it pushing got love for the clique
when ain’t n0body lookin’ i kept this sh*t solid and look where it took me
heated the stove now i’m finna cook
funny thing is they already shook
word to ak b*tch i’m doing the look [?] (shake down)

[chorus]
ay, 808 rolling, pockets bulging, arms wide open
n*ggas can’t hold em, keep it in motion, [?]
closest ones who love me at my lowest
gangsta sh*t in my tape deck, running it back
really this sh*t is a marathon but we ain’t running no track

[verse 2]
we in the hills, way in the hills
i ain’t got no chill we did it for real
look how i pose in all the stills
all black hoodies like i’m doing drills (i’m doing drills)
all i’m rocking is nipsey blue
n*ggas be slimey and shifty too
can’t let em around me i’m simply through for real
d*mn, too many years of this sh*t
too many characters pulling a skit
updated my style and then i updated the whip
god my witness i am to the [?] what drake is to to
whoadie check in with his [?] in po
dice game bet whatever on [?]
[chorus]
808 rolling, pockets bulging, arms wide open
n*ggas can’t hold em, keep it in motion, [?]
closest ones who love me at my lowest
gangsta sh*t in my tape deck, running it back
really this sh*t is a marathon but we ain’t running no track
[?]

[verse 3]
gangsta sh*t in my tape deck, 88 vette
we don’t send threats, we just invest
collect interest, i’m not impressed, easily
all of these hoes freaks to me
you had to trick to hit that b*tch
i smashed and she bought me sh*t
its fast and it cost h*lla chips
i bought that b*tch
i’m still alive cause my og’s taught me sh*t
now my lil homies got heart and they smart
but i don’t send them to crash out cause i’m a boss
the art of war, create more thinkers, we way more dangerous
some n*ggas hate on us when they need to thank us
and your [?] but could never take us
i got in this sh*t to buy my ma a house
somewhere along the line i end up famous
[verse]
808 rolling, pockets bulging, arms wide open
n*ggas can’t hold em, keep it in motion, [?]
closest ones who love me at my lowest
gangsta sh*t in my tape deck, running it back
really this sh*t is a marathon but we ain’t running no track

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