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hit-boy - xl lyrics

(chorus 1)
all hunnid in cash, that’s that real deal
long hair, thick ass, that’s that real deal
(??????????????), that’s that real deal
when the vibes in the summer, man you know how we comin’

(verse 1)
i+i+i just got a question, “why they hate on us?”
two hundred off this merch, i can’t make this up
i might take a spanish chick to jamaica, cuz
these n+ggas fakin’, bruh
y’all work, we rakin’ up
reality rap, y’all fake as f+ck
n+ggas ain’t even on pace with us
so our money and light net
my step+dad was a crip
my og’s, (??????)
two a1 for you n+ggas
fifteen hundred on my shoes
i pay for ’em in all blues
pretty (???) and (???), i love the way y’all move, uh
lemme see what’s going on
she called me in the corner with a bottle, extra large
we goin’ extra hard, (???) like escobar
b+tch, i’m the stake champ, i catch dubs, and i bring ’em back to the city
i just need a quickie, all my neck is fifty
imma change the rag+in (imma change the rag+in, uh)
she love me when i’m saggin’ (she love me when i’m saggin’)
(chorus 2)
all hunnid in cash, that’s that real deal
long hair, thick ass, that’s that real deal
baby look like wifey, baby look like wifey
dope nikes on my feet n+gga, i’m still a plug
i might mix up some lean with a (???)
they ain’t show me no love, ’till they see my doors go up

(verse 2)
she been missing for a week, have you seen her?
all she want is good d+ck and sativa
shut down any spot we hit, my n+ggas t’d up
playing ygl mixtape, i just re’d up
m+my n+ggas got them stacks that look like no pass
let’s get some more cash, they see us when we flow past
i just covered a whole tag, my jack bag, i’m goin’ bad
and a half a day, smoke a whole half, no wonder why she got so attached

(chorus)
all hunnid in cash, that’s that real deal
long hair, thick ass, that’s that real deal
baby look like wifey, baby look like wifey
dope nikes on my feet n+gga, i’m still a plug
i might mix up some lean with a (???)
they ain’t show me no love, ’till they see my doors go up
(verse 3)
i ain’t payin’ sh+t ’till i see the seal open up
six hundred dollars every time the trunk open up
(???) all i need, i used to print on the (???)
i ran out of smalls and the medium, gotta hold up
i used to rock, stay in seattle, n+ggas used to roast us
now they with hit and dom, n+ggas try to toast us
my face up on the van and my face up on the posters
daddy wanted a porsche, so he named my sister porscha
i’m like a migo, what i did for the culture (migo)
rollin’ with the snakes n+gga, turned into a vulture
codeine cowboy, got the pine up in my holster
it’s an awful lot of years n+gga, i thought i told you

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