Hit Boy
Hit Boy - Tyson 87 songtekst
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Straight exclusive! They say that boy is gifted on some birthday present shit Now I'm all raping the game Nigga saying presidents came in on the twenties like the seventh president All that corrected the haters like the curse you couldn't see! It's Heaven sin, nigga just let me in They say that boy is gifted on some birthday present shit Now I'm all raping the game Nigga saying presidents came in on the twenties like the seventh president All that corrected the haters like the curse you couldn't see! They say that boy is gifted on some birthday present shit Now I'm on raping the game Nigga saying presidents came in on the twenties like the seventh president All that corrected the haters like the curse you couldn't see! It's Heaven sin, nigga just let me live I was twenty getting twenty racks of beat for them pop places They told me not to rap, nigga, how could I not say this? They're after my head, I'm trying to... Niggas used to show love, throw the shit so many tears Like a pop playlist! I come from a clique full of niggas too boozy fo Gucci I'll be in the club trying to say I'm making movies We'll be overseas, nigga, really making movies I wrote this all day, so I was really unruly Reminiscent a two-three, y'all niggas can't fool me! And I'm just here to take the game, I ain't asking it at all Truth is cast like the team drop them off like them off at the mall! I never could imagine buying thousands of dollars shirt Now that's the daily average, show me what I'm worth Gotta hide the price tags from my momma when she visits Cause that's more than people reading cards know what she living But still I spend it, fuck it, I gotta get it Pop out, niggas copping cares for my... She know why she lying rollie, I'm just thinking more... That's a visionary's image! So ya nigga could end it! I ain't expecting no applauds from niggas who run blogs, And niggas who getting old, and used to running charts Cause niggas is all friends, till you roll up in that Benz They let me take over lens, now niggas counting your ends They steady pray for my fall like flying high is a sin Also niggas love coke in the... now they bottle up While I'm partying with the star, champagne, bottles up! Never ran with the loss, swear I got a model cuff All I did is play my carts right, I ain't gotta bluff! Wave how to puff, we're in the same room, Talking life and getting high, Drinking what to play the fool! Young king, nigga, yeah, I got a crown too! Bitch from the cover of King prepping me for round two These days, every time the lights get low I realize I want an insecure light skin hoe Probably cause she seen this life before Yeah, I'm a pretty motivated tyrant, Titan, yeah That's who I am! I'm a hell raver! Fuck you hoes! I was fifteen having dreams of a rock Like a... checking e-mails, trying to see where... Hoes wanna sex when you got... on the text You're still watching the throne, but we're working on what's next Way too cold, it's some that we can't catch Way too strong, we ain't even gotta flex All money on me if you want to save them Fuck 'em what them other niggas like playing Russian roulette No longer fucking with lames, all I dare waste seven It's the right hand, look for Tyson in 87!