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yung davon - hit my line 2 lyrics

[intro: yung davon]
b-tch, don’t hit my line ’cause i’m not with that f-ck sh-t
if you not talkin’ bout that bag, then i’m not for discussion
i got these n-ggas talkin’ down, makin’ dumb -ss -ssumptions
but i guess it comes around, cause, my n-gga, i run sh-t

[chorus: yung davon]
b-tch, don’t hit my line ’cause i’m not with that f-ck sh-t
if you not talkin’ bout that bag, then i’m not for discussion
i got these n-ggas talkin’ down, makin’ dumb -ss -ssumptions
but i guess it comes around cause my n-gga, i run sh-t, like
b-tch, don’t hit my sh-t, ayy, you ain’t on my sh-t, ayy
ask me how i’m feelin’, ayy, i feel like a villain, ayy
b-tch, don’t hit my sh-t, ayy, you ain’t on my sh-t, ayy
fake sh-t, i don’t feel it, ayy, i feel like the realest, ayy

[verse 1: yung davon]
all these n-ggas switching sides but that’s a part of the plan
and i got all these b-tches talkin’ so i guess i’m the man
please don’t hit me with your problems if you got no advance
i seen this n-gga that was talking and i swear that he ran
cause i’m not with the f-ck sh-t, no discussion, got these b-tches bummin’
all up in the function, b-tch, i’m thumbin’, drippin’ when i come in
i’m not with your dumb sh-t, wanna talk, i wanna see you runnin’
blow holes like a funyun, wanna thot that got me just like “f-ck it”
no, i don’t f-ck these hoes, yes, i still got these b-tches
no, i will never fold so tell your man to mind his business
all up in my f-ckin’ business, n-ggas lazy, never get it
try to play me, b-tch, you trippin’, talkin’ crazy, i’ma get ’em

[chorus: yung davon & starman deluxe]
b-tch, don’t hit my line ’cause i’m not with that f-ck sh-t
if you not talkin’ bout that bag, then i’m not for discussion
i got these n-ggas talkin’ down, makin’ dumb -ss -ssumptions
but i guess it comes around cause my n-gga, i run sh-t, like
b-tch, don’t hit my sh-t, ayy, you ain’t on my sh-t, ayy
ask me how i’m feelin’, ayy, i feel like a villain, ayy
b-tch, don’t hit my sh-t, ayy, you ain’t on my sh-t, ayy
fake sh-t, i don’t feel it, ayy, i feel like the realest, ayy (no, no, no)

[verse 2: starman deluxe]
i told you once, please don’t make me have to say it again
all you wanna do is hit my line and f-ckin’ pretend
b-tch, i seen through your bullsh-t, i know you ain’t no friend
i don’t care ’bout your issues, i just want this to end
ayy, b-tch, don’t hit my line cause i don’t give a f-ck
tell your man that his d-mn crying, he can f-ckin’ run up
if you’re tryna waste my time, i hope you know just what’s up
i ain’t gonna hit you back so you should prolly give up
you know what’s up, ho, don’t even buy that b-tch
we gonna stand for the fakes, b-tch, i don’t want throat
smokin’ those milds, i know your sh-t must kinda stink
yeah, i feel like thanos, off these sh-ts
a villain to these hoes and tricks
my nine is close, so gettin’ dipped
don’t hit my line, not with your sh-t

[chorus: yung davon & kid c.]
b-tch, don’t hit my line ’cause i’m not with that f-ck sh-t
if you not talkin’ bout that bag, then i’m not for discussion
i got these n-ggas talkin’ down, makin’ dumb -ss -ssumptions
but i guess it comes around cause my n-gga, i run sh-t, like
b-tch, don’t hit my sh-t, ayy, you ain’t on my sh-t, ayy
ask me how i’m feelin’, ayy, i feel like a villain, ayy (yah, ayy)
b-tch, don’t hit my sh-t, ayy, you ain’t on my sh-t, ayy (ayy, ooh)
fake sh-t, i don’t feel it, ayy, i feel like the realest, ayy (yah, yah)

[verse 3: kid c.]
b-tch, don’t hit my line, you ain’t impressing me, nah
(ain’t impressing me!)
talking sh-t but you can’t even craft a melody, huh (melody!)
you getting hype when i’ve got all of that adrenaline, yuh
(adrenaline!)
but i won’t bite that bait because i’m ahead of it, yuh (ahead of it!)
i don’t give a f-ck and i hope you know that, yeah
(know that, know that!)
i wanna chill, i want some peace but keep it low down
(keep it low down!)
they want me singing and then willin’, wanting both now
(wantin’ both now!)
but f-ck it, i don’t answer to you, i’m alone now (i’m alone now!)
but i go hard in this b-tch like i’m waka flocka flame
(waka flocka!)
do the charts in a minute, hear me croonin’ ’bout the pain
(croonin’ ’bout my!)
all that sicko, crazy sh-t and you know i ain’t gonna fake
(i ain’t gonna-)
all the sh-t that i’ve been going through
i don’t need no apologies, stay out my lane, cvte (ayy!)

[outro: yung davon]
b-tch, don’t hit my sh-t, you ain’t on my sh-t
ask me how i’m feelin’, i feel like a villain
b-tch, don’t hit my sh-t, you ain’t on my sh-t
fake sh-t, i don’t feel it, i feel like the realest

- yung davon lyrics

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