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HILLSIDE KAY

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If you broke n on yo' ass then get yo' money up
Never tell a bitch "I do" unless she run it up
And I always keep it glizzy, nothing funny uh, bitches call me surgeon cause the dick be givin' tummy tucks
If you broke n on yo' ass then get yo' money up
Never tell a bitch "I do" unless she run it up
And I always keep it glizzy, nothing funny uh, bitches call me surgeon cause the dick be givin' tummy tucks
I don't think nice, no my shit is dark, play me for a sucka' I'ma bust you like a marc
Hangin' out the whip, with my fusca aimin' far
Life is such a gamble, you just gotta play your cards
Aye, lil' loc, big drake
Five foot something, but I hit you like a tank
This aint call of duty I don't care about yo rank, so its f*ck where you from, try n tell it to my K
I ain't talkin, I ain't tryna politick
I'm ziplip
I ain't talking bout shit
Gotta stay smart, never flex about a hit
Never ever say who and who was on a lick
I'm old school
I ain't tripping on a bitch
I got myself a wife so I ain't worry bout shit
Trust her with my life, so para ella imma click
Don't cross her path, less you ain't tryna get clipped
(Hah)
If you broken on your ass then get your money up
If you broke n on yo' ass then get yo' money up
Never tell a bitch "I do" unless she run it up
And I always keep it glizzy, nothing funny uh, bitches call me surgeon cause the dick be givin' tummy tucks
If you broke n on yo' ass then get yo' money up
Never tell a bitch "I do" unless she run it up
And I always keep it glizzy, nothing funny uh, bitches call me surgeon cause the dick be givin' tummy tucks
I just hop out impalas with a full mag
50 round drum, artillery it got em' so mad
used to be a homie, now I see him like a hoora
No tengo confianza, 17 became a shootah
Aye, ma, why you tripping on my line
I told you I can't answer, ma, you bouta get me lined
Glocks and XDs, only things up on my mind
But now I got a girl, so I gotta change my life
Partin' ways with the angel on my shoulder
Thinkin its a game till your life is game over
All the shit I've been through, all it did was make me colder
Keep yo head up brodie, mama raised a soldier
In this shit you cannot sleep, you cannot play fair
My baby been my lady for some time she been my daycare
I always keep a nine, right by my side, I keep a tool here
So if you see me hands tucked
Know you better have fear
(Uhuh)
(If you see me hands tucked, you better have fear
If you see me hands tucked, you better have fear
If you see me hands tucked, you better)

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