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hit a lick - sir michael rocks lyrics

[verse 1: sir michael rocks]
right off top with that splash
with a bottle of cris for that gl-ss
got a couple of racks in that stash
that money be coming in so fast
i copped the drop and i brag
two hundred and five on that dash
but that don’t mean i won’t be creepin’
i ain’t answer the phone, she saw me tweetin’
hit me with a text and said we beefin’
send her one back and said you tweakin’
ain’t about cash i’m not repeatin’
i ain’t playin’ those games, i’m not competin’
said what you talkin’ ’bout? baby we just havin’ fun
maybe this is how it’s run, middle finger, add a one
i throw the peace up, these g’s up, we hit a l!ck
i know the secrets, i know the n-ggas that i eat with
we practice all of that g sh-t
t cracked the bottle that weed lit
let’s celebrate, i’m looking for a reason to elevate

[hook]
let’s hit a l!ck, let’s hit it rich, my n-gga, both kinds
and i’m working round the clock, i’m always on time
i’m a rider, so f-ck your clique
i’m in a drug dealer whip but i ain’t cut no bricks
let’s get rich
let’s hit a l!ck, let’s hit a l!ck, let’s hit a l!ck, let’s hit a l!ck
let’s hit a l!ck, let’s hit a l!ck, let’s hit a…
that’s my sh-t
just hit a l!ck, just hit a l!ck, just hit a l!ck, just hit a l!ck
we here to l!ck, let’s hit a l!ck, let’s hit a…
that’s my sh-t

[verse 2: tris j]
lobster fettuccini, side of fried zucchini
wash it down with cris and top it all off with some greenery
ain’t no one on ones, man i swear they got a team me (yea)
boy i got them packs flippin’, moving like a slinky
met your girl vicky, she nasty, she freaky
want a heavyweight, she tired of f-cking with a peewee
tris come through, have her screamin’ willie beamen
i d-ck her down like d-ck was going out of season
feelin h-lla bold so we ain’t sneakin’, e’ry weekend
i’m resting in that p-ssy, gettin’ some while i’m sleepin’
i’m made of gold, get your metal up
recap my highlights, i’m twice nice, strong like a gl-ss of seven up
my condolences to all compet-tors fool you way behind
so tell me how you gonna get ahead of us
it’s tris man, stretch it like a wrist band
sip the deuce from the styrofoam, become a kick stand

[hook]

[verse 3: shorty k]
i love money, i hate haters, i keep b-tches, i’m so player
just f-ck the hoes cause i don’t date ’em, just beat it up like pacemakers
man, my pockets so racist, shout out to them white men
i got a bad ho and she light skin with a brown friend that don’t like men
and they f-ckin’ me, they suckin’ me, they bust for me, they sl-ts to me
this bully boy, and they bust for me, for any n-gga on that f-ckery
we cash jays, do bank fraud, couple n-ggas whip that base hard
cook that sh-t like based god, then run that like a-rod
range roves, porsche trucks, summer come, we change up
to the s l then the c l, stack that up when we need bail
whatcha know about that? sh-t ain’t just rap
ridin’ down 10 with the sh-ts in the back
rap ’em up then you ship em back
for the next day, have em in the trap
money don’t sleep so a n-gga don’t nap
money talk for me so a n-gga don’t yap
everybody good cause we all got packs
hundred pounds in and it started with a sack
cash it out and never seen the lease
big stones in my jesus piece
feature, i need three at least
toothpick clique tpc

[hook]

- sir michael rocks lyrics

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