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quintavin x h.i.d. x - blue swiss lyrics

[chorus: h.i.d. x]
shootin’ at me better not miss
blills be on me and i call em’ blue swiss
pull up on yo block and i’m hittin’ a l!ck
she run for my sack like it’s a blitz

[chorus: h.i.d. x]
shootin’ at me better not miss
bills be on me and i call em’ blue swiss
i aim for the head i go for wigsplitz
she run for my sack like it’s a blitz

[chorus: h.i.d. x]
shootin’ at me better not miss
blills be on me and i call em’ blue swiss
pull up on yo block and i’m hittin’ a l!ck
she run for my sack like it’s a blitz

[verse 1: h.i.d. x]
b-tch got a hump like a camel
sparkin’ these woods like a candle
mind of a colt need a trammel
playin’ a b-tch no piano
diamonds they cold like “mcflurry”
droppin’ a rack on some jewelry
sippin’ up lean got me slurrin’
smokin’ on gas vision blurry
my flow be hot might need a fan
poppin’ my b-tch like she a xan
it’s just a wrap like it’s “syran”
i want the d-mn pills i call the xan man

[chorus: quintavin]
shootin’ at me better not miss
blills be on me and i call em’ blue swiss
pull up on yo block and i’m hittin’ a l!ck
she run for my sack like it’s a blitz
shootin’ at me better not miss
blills be on me and i call em’ blue swiss
pull up on yo block and i’m hittin’ a l!ck
she run for my sack like it’s a blitz

[verse 2: quintavin]
no motorcycle i keep me a choppa’
you pray for your life like a f-ckin’ gr-sshopper
your b-tch talkin’ too and i swear i will pop her
i’m thumbin through swiss but ya’ll thumbin’ through copper
i’m sippin’ on lean i ain’t’ sippin’ on “henny”
ain’t’ givin’ 2 f’s unless it’s my “fendi”
your b-tch givin’ head just like a penny
leave yo top red i ain’t’ talkin bout “wendy’s”
pop on 3 beans and i smoke on that dro
pull up in all black, b-tch i look like a crow
my diamonds on frost and my diamonds on froze
pockets on fat b-tch they look like “big show”
me and h.i.d. x up next we ain’t’ stoppin’
ballin’ so hard b-tch we feel like john stockton
i got the draco, you know we ain’t’ boxin’
me to you is like “batman” to “robin”

[verse 3: h.i.d. x]
choppa gon’ hit and you stunned
dressed in all black like a nun
you said you gon’ shoot but you don’t have a gun
not talkin’ percussion get hit with the drum
skrrt’ off in that p-ssy i call it c-ckpit
your blunts really broke look like popsicle sticks
the bills be on me and i call em’ blue swiss
she said that she drip and i got a dipstick

- quintavin x h i d x lyrics

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