Lyrics:
Hit
By: Kvng Jay
[Hook:]
I be smoking - this a mother fuckin’ hit
(This a mother fuckin hit)
Eyes be low smokin - gas by the zip
(Smoke the gas by
robbing Peter so we can pay Paul (oh no)
Or going to Mama's house to make a phone call (no no)
No we don't have to struggle at all
'Cause now every
robbing Peter so we can pay Paul (oh no)
Or going to Mama's house to make a phone call (no no)
No we don't have to struggle at all
'Cause now every
know you a freak, beatch
(DJ Paul)
Bitch call it quits and get the fuck out the line
Cause I'm about to hit the salon and lost your mind
You
up though
Shit I don't even tie shoe strings for the summer
I just let 'em hang like a new chain for the summer
Speaking of I doubled the Cubans for
the brick, sold it by the rap
The Blueprint on while I'm fuckin' got her throwin' up the Roc'
I'm talkin' diamonds, young nigga Paul Mern
Knockin' Phyllis
I'll settle for a brick
And if I call you a friend, I die for ya
That's even if we don't communicate on Facebook
Man I was raised in the trenches by
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
CountDown in the building
Y'all know how it go down
Ya asked for it
WorkAtHisBest
Punchline Casino
How ever you wanna call em
Make sure ya dial da number
Devil
Hey The devil has been calling
I hear it in the walls
He's been here but they don't know it
I'll wake em in the morn
I think I'm on roll yeah
the speakers give 'em all an addiction
The way I ball it's like I'm Wall just mixed with Paul & with Pippen
I'm winning by a landslide I got of em slippin'
Don't
spotlight, gotta get em stretchered off
Too much zen you got the flim then I should feed you halls
Bar bearing he Barbarian he like Peter Paul
Let me switch it
daylight
I roll my weed up and I stay high
Leavin haters by the wayside
I been feeling different inside
I can see my shadow at night
You can see the darkness
bullets love brain
Lungs too
Aim for they knees we call it Gun-fu
My Nina got a bad cough Turn your back
Ichewchewchew
Now send them to that Crossroad
holy shit
Droppin' jaws like, "whoa this kid
Is off the wall like posters with
Bill Cosby on em
A sick MC they call Rawkaward
No remedy for my problems
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
funny
I cut em off where your knife at
They come back but I swear to god
These pussy niggas ain't bout that
Call 9/11 19/11
Gonna snap your body like
a convo with mine, you better cherish it
Niggas clique hopping for Miles, I call 'em Darius
Loyal to the team like that boy from Lower Merion
Yeah you
Yeah
Awakened from my slumber by the thunder, lightning clapping
Raining on my window pane and praying I make something happen
A preacher's
a saint (I'm a saint)
1 Corinthians Chapter 1
Paul calls one of the worst churches
In the New Testament saints
Not because of man's choosing
But clearly
at will
Will I kill you
Fly will peel you off the map that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit
Mmm, call it mystic
up
Ima let ‘em in
Double G's shawty
cll up on my lens
Father god forgive us
Cus we fenna sin
cll this dirty money
Count it by the tens
I ain't
no days off. I’m hungry. I’m a glutton (Greedy)
Car salesmen saw my post by snoop. Now they rap all of sudden (They tripping)
Got em all rapping like
of this cloud, 'cause it is just too deep
Sleep baby sleep
(DJ Paul)
We pimpin up on these hoes wit the Mack-10
The Mack-12 hit 'em wit the Mack-11
Catch
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