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hitkidd – set the tone part 2 lyrics

[intro: alzea]
a+l+e+z+a (hitkidd, what it do, man?)

[verse 1: aleza]
know i’m the sh+t, you smell this aroma on me when i walk (that’s that gas)
now i’m that b+tch, you hear it in me clearly when i talk (i’m that b+tch)
i got him freaky, n+gga tweakin’, geekin’ in them drawers (i got him freaky)
i love these n+ggas, f+ck a pick ’cause i go with ’em all (go with ’em all)
you shop for cheap, when we go out, b+tch, we gon’ buy the mall (buy it all)
i wear these hoops inside my ear ’cause i was born to ball (born to ball)
i put on red bottoms to feel myself, they made me tall (made my tall)
he want my heart or want some money, then the answer, “nah”

[verse 2: gloss up]
okay, we blew up on b+tches, don’t need to pit ’em in
they know who it is, don’t gotta knock, ’cause they gon’ let us in
stylin’ when i step, catch a breath, let it sink in
we f+ck and he don’t pull out, uh, he let it sink in
when the money good, yeah, you do just what you wanna
i know these b+tches, aw sh+t, they got corona
since you n+ggas dogs, well, lil’ n+gga, i’m the owner
if i run across your n+gga, b+tch, consider him a goner
[verse 3: glorilla]
b+tches talkin’ out they neck, i pop my motherf+ckin’ collar
anytime i get a new n+gga, i gain a couple stalkers
ayy, i’m fine as h+ll, i’m havin’ sh+t, he call this sh+t exotic
well, i’m all american, baby, but i’m mixed with a lil’ toxic
love a n+gga that don’t play that sh+t, come put me in my place
talkin’ ’bout put it in the camp, the n+gga put it in your face
said he know this p+ssy fat, well, bae, i’m sorry for the weight
i know we said we set the tone, but sh+t, we made a f+ckin’ way

[verse 4: slimeroni]
lil’ n+gga blew his chance with me, so now he forced to f+ck another b+tch
i let these b+tches talk ’cause i’ma catch ’em on some other sh+t
he heard that i’m a rapper, wanna l!ck me like a sucker, sh+t
we on the track again ’cause we the ones who really runnin’ sh+t
i been had the sauce, my life is great, these hoes be mackin’ on me
think that sh+t is sweet the perfect way to catch you lackin’, homie
i’m a life, i ain’t your wife, man, what you thought? it ain’t no matrimony
sayin’ that he needs me, but he really misses macaroni

[verse 5: k carbon]
stop bein’ stupid, you know i’ll never love you
he keep spendin’ all the cash he want, but i’ll never f+ck him
b+tches keep talkin’ that tough sh+t thinkin’ i’ll never touch ’em
i’ma pop out with that— knock her ass up out them bundles
i’ma get these b+tches gone if i feel like they got tension
every time my name come up, i’m in these lil’ broke b+tches’ mentions
and these broke+ass bum hoes can’t compare to how i’m livin’
i’ma high speed in this scat’, ho, you hear that f+ckin’ engine
[outro: k carbon]
f+ck you motherf+ckers, man, y’all know what the f+ck goin’ on
it’s set the tone 2, b+tch

- hitkidd lyrics

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