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tafia - close with my hittaz lyrics

[intro]
(super duper made this beat)
(this a 808’s, man)
i’m close wit’ all my hitters, they gon’ smoke you if i say so

[chorus]
i’m close wit’ all my hitters, they gon’ smoke you if i say so
he ain’t stand on sh+t, but he got stepped on like three days ago
i don’t back and forth, n+gga, not even wit’ wh0res, n+gga
money, s+x, gun powder, drugs in my pores, n+gga (huh, huh)
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout plays, i ignore a n+gga (huh, huh)
f+ck up out my face like you know a n+gga (huh, huh)
she know i’ma dog, she on 4’s, n+gga (huh)
i ain’t got no choice but thug it, this sh+t chose a n+gga (huh, huh)
[verse 1]
huh, they gon’ try to pull a stunt, then be like, “uh, uh” (uh)
i’m gon’ bust soon as i peep, you better do some’ (uh)
got some n+ggas ain’t on camera, they gon’ shoot some’ (phеw)
them n+ggas droppin’ like ’19, that ain’t no flu comin’ (yeah)
thеm n+ggas took off wit’ yo’ jewelry, you ain’t do nothin’
f+ckin’ wit’ me, body parts scattered like i blew some’ (go)
why waste my time wit’ n+ggas? b+tch, it ain’t no blues comin’ (uh)
can’t entertain an entertainer, that ain’t on nothin’ (uh+huh)
they want the wave, i want that money, i’ma rob some’ (yeah)
don’t get me there, matter of seconds ’til i start dumpin’ (yeah)
fresh out the trap, got on amiri’s and a dior hoodie (let’s go)
50 rizzies and a semi+fully (uh)

[post+chorus]
every single time i drop i’m like a new person
can’t bite my sound, i switch the style up like the new suburban
been that n+gga before i popped, i had them b+tches twerkin’
never lackin’, i was always lurkin’ (let’s go)
[verse 2]
in l.a. i got that bl!ckie tucked, catch me on rodeo (uh)
walkin’ out that louie store, i got they ass on payroll (uh+huh)
swipey, swipey, got yo’ wifey, wifey tryna f+ck some’ (phew)
hottie thottie wit’ a burgos body like she run or some’ (let’s go)
i got her reppin’ for the kid, throwin’ fingers up
305, aka that boy, had every rollie bust (uh)
phew, phew, it’s peekin’ out my sleeve, ain’t gotta hold it up (phew)
no introduction, b+tch, they know it’s us (let’s go)

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