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lolife blacc & tripstar - hit it lyrics

[intro: tripstar & lolife blacc]
yeah (tymadeit)
mpa (it’s lolife)
yeah, yeah

[chorus: tripstar]
i scr+pe the side up when i hit it (yeah, yeah)
i’m chargin’ patrick ewing when i get him, yeah (okay)
i bust it out the rapper, serve it to a trapper (grrtt)
hit it with the fork, hit it with the soda, yeah (uh, uh)
hit it (yeah), hit it (yeah), hit it (yeah), hit it (hit it)
scr+pe the sides up, you gotta hit it, yeah
call the trap phone, you better hit (it’s lolife, what we doin’?)

[verse 1: lolife blacc]
hit it with counterfeit, hit it with carol
pull up at front door and serve out the back door
got thirty+six gone in thirty+six minutes
just pull up and purchasе, ain’t droppin’ the ticket
i gave hеr a gram for three clean twenties
got junkies they formin’ a line to get it
junkies they fightin’ for a wake up
go re+up before i go lay up (b+tch)
i’m all in her face like some makeup
add some water, it scr+pe when it flake up
hit the highway and serve it a state up
y’all talking ’bout nifa then shut up
keep the fire, i refuse to be set up
we ain’t trustin’ young n+ggas that reckless
mpa, pre, who gon’ check us?
we gon’ die by this sh+t on our necklace (b+tch)
no face equals no case, just keep your mouth closed
go to west coast, shoot the box, and come back, catch the load
i vacuum sealed it, ship it, trip, i let him scr+pe the bowl
i’m sixty crippin, slimy tensions, that mean i wiped his nose (it’s lolife)
[chorus: tripstar]
i scr+pe the side up when i hit it (yeah, yeah)
i’m chargin’ patrick ewing when i get him, yeah (okay)
i bust it out the rapper, serve it to a trapper (grrtt)
hit it with the fork, hit it with the soda, yeah (uh, uh)
hit it (yeah), hit it (yeah), hit it (yeah), hit it (hit it)
scr+pe the sides up, you gotta hit it, yeah
call the trap phone, you better hit (yeha, yeah)

[verse 2: tripstar]
trappin’ in beverly hills, rest in peace to uncle phil (uncle phil, n+gga)
bust down rollie’ like i got a record deal, yeah
money, pounds, and a lot of ammunition (brrtt)
i turned my rags to riches (yeah), but i had to hit it (ooh)
scr+pe the sides up, watch how i make a k!llin’
yeah, give me ten months, bet i make a million
magic johnson, (swish) n+gga, that’s the ticket
trap phone, you got to hit it (brrrtt) young n+gga, hit it (yeah)
40 pointers got me lookin’ like a ball player
stay up out the trap, you know you don’t belong there
if you still broke, you need to go and get a life (ooh)
watch me count a ticket with my n+gga lolife (yeah, yeah)

- lolife blacc tripstar lyrics

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