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hitz i'm makin - san quinn lyrics

[verse 1: san quinn]
hits to be made, hoochies to be played
suckas in our fade what i say when i say
make way for the slender from the [?]
and leave by a barrel with hundred dollar kicks
top notch is my clique, keepin’ game on friscola
can’t get no lower, frisco to tacoma
oklahoma, alabama, atlanta
jackson mississippi is you with me?
memphis tennessee, east dallas
st’ louis kansas city buckwildin’
bucktown, and we ruck and rock
still a tuck a glock, clips in my sock
and it release like a rocket, plug in yo’ socket
and let you find this ho we had to rock it
in total control mayn fortune and fame
toward the thangs you made me hang without strain

[verse 2: jt the bigga figga]
now we too hard to stop, but why they get to askin’
blunt to get to passin’ book it to get to mashin’
on to the tracks, they scatter the direction
lab time perfection, get low collection
in the section, made for all the scandals
burned out like candles, men with all our handles
bad news be the reason, for the treason
trippin’ of off the jiggy, when the jiggy get to squeezin
now the mission and my motto is the real dough
representin’ for the hustlers in the fillmoe
for the scrill though! we put it down like that
paper chasin’ balla fedi, tryna stack that scratch
now pyrex pots to chop knots, for the [?]
rolex watch to keep time for the capers
take game, to another plateau, stack mo
chips, about the hustle, once i rap those rap fo
game tight for my foes when we strike
overcomin’ obstacles every nite in the lab
you know we got the gift of gab
so put it down, and keep all your hatin now

[verse 3: san quinn]
what i needs be the greens, dollar bling in between my fingers
fillmoe swinger
no i’m not a banger but i am a rapper that roll with a back up
with the gang jackas and factors
party crashers, ghetto b*st*rds
metal packers, we makes it happen
f*i*double*l m*o*e g*l*p sucka free
come at me and you will see baby
then it’s all about mackin’ no trickin’
call it what you want but i call it mo’ pimpin’
now everybody listen to what you’ve been missin’
all i’ve been doin’ was the j, all day
get paid, parlay, in the golden state
phony fakes, in this state, any time, any place
many case get solved with windows involved
in the game to ball, mac like mall
back against the wall, i’m comin’ out sprayin’
sayin’ make way for the low players
no haters, so major, get [?] bangers much paper

[chorus: mike & jt the bigga figga]
the time i’m takin’, these hits i’m makin’
for you for you i will
makin’ hits in the lab just to get that scrill
the time i’m takin’, these hits i’m makin’
for you for you i will
makin’ hits in the lab, just to get that scrill
the time i’m takin’, these hits i’m makin’
for you for you i will
makin’ hits in the lab just to get that scrill
the time i’m takin’, these hits i’m makin’
for you for you i will
makin’ hits in the lab, just to get that scrill
the time i’m takin’, these hits i’m makin’
for you for you i will
makin’ hits in the lab just to get that scrill
the time i’m takin’, these hits i’m makin’
for you for you i will
makin’ hits in the lab, just to get that scrill

- san quinn lyrics

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