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.40 hip - sk3whooa lyrics

[intro]
haha
yeah
mess wit’ us, .40 hip, .40 hip with some drip
.40 hip, .40 hip, make sure it hits
hits, b*tch (uh)
yeah, uh

[verse]
mamamoo when i’m scoring (uh*uh)
’cause i got that .40 hip for something (uh*huh)
i remember when i came from nothing (uh*huh)
now an euler number, lovesick captain crushing (uh*huh)
i was like a nipsey that was hustling
i ain’t had n0body with me, got my mind stuffing (uh)
now an 8 crawler, peter parker whipping
try and take it, that .40 flame hitting
paul revere your body like a romance kissing
but that’s daddy’s gun, hayloft when hipping
you’re an all*talk, just everyday computer sitting
i’m always active, exploring new hobbies, ain’t kidding
always dripping in sauce, nickname mе some voss
if you a fake then gеt lost, ’cause you ain’t the motherf*ckin’ boss
i’ll f*cking dag’ y’all like a criss, then a cross (b*tch)
that louis v bag i’m cropping (uh)
always stay like an octopus, get the water bouncing (yeah)
i’m roaming sh*t like atlantis, i ain’t stopping
your girl on my d*ck, gettin’ a l!ck, her ass pouncing (uh)
ha, i’m a nasty motherf*cker but nice to heart
if you try and take advantage, then get it dark
i’m just a loose dog on some speed, shout, yell and bark
yet, kickflip on the doubters like f*ckin’ tony hawk
i got supreme tatted’ all over my socks
gucci sneakers along wit’ it too, i go so hard (yeah)
making an atheist screaming out to f*cking god (uh)
that b*tch coming back in my dms
trying to talk to me and get to my atms
but told that b*tch i’m riding on my ktms
realistically told her look at me like x, wear some contact lens
moncler on my coat, i ain’t sitting on trends
i’m just doing me, all alone wit’ no friends
’cause i’m getting cold, riding in the benz (yeah)
ain’t n0body using me, moving on from my past f*cking amends (yeah)
k!llers riding, i’m with osdi
glocks and the k getting a bit loady
high tiding, devil’s emoji
with my brother*brother izoji
china town shopping, hitting that burberry
then wake up flexing it like i’m mr. terry
make it go around*like*aroused, no ferry
wedding ring on that money, can’t get messy
yo’ girl hopping like a bunny, no playboy like carti (uh)
[chorus]
so start the race, get that .40 hip (uh)
so start the race, uh, get that .40 hip
all over the place, make sure it hits
i’ll make sure it f*cking hits

[outro]
make sure it f*cking hits
oh, oh, oh (yeah)
make the hits, .40 hip
.40 hip, .40 hip
b*tch

- sk3whooa lyrics

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