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letra de scholar - hit-boy & 24hrs

[intro: 24hrs]
tuh, 2-4
you know it’s a fly n-gga bible
hb, hit-boy
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[chorus: 24hrs]
2a.m. on ventura with a b-tch that’s bad as toddlers
and i don’t blame lil’ shawty, she ain’t grow up with no father, yeah
like it, then i holler
d-i-or her, pop my collar, yeah
dropped up out of school, we always knew i wasn’t no scholar, uh-huh
if we talkin’ ’bout math, i know how to add up every dollar, yeaqh
rolls royce, gotta have it
b-tch italian like my fabrics, yeah
comedian n-ggas funny
you n-ggas be wasting money
shawty gon’ eat it up soon as she sees the money, yeah
[verse 1: 24hrs]
i keep it p wit’ all the g’s for real
spent ten bands on these carti’s so i could see for real
hit-boy, that’s my twin, that’s my twin for rеal
i told him it’s even bettеr when a real n-gga win
that give me motivation (motivation)
ceo at my company, i run mine (run mine)
i’m stepping on these beats like it’s the drum line (it’s the drum line)
(tuh) i swear that i’m back, i’m back for the first time

[interlude: 24hrs]
you know
doing sh-t at the flyest level is all i really care about
it’s that fly n-gga
fly n-gga bible
hb, surf club
(look)

[refrain: hit-boy]
2a.m. on ventura with a b-tch that’s bad as toddlers
i don’t blame lil’ shawty, she ain’t grow up with no father, ayy
like it, then i holler
d-i-or her, pop my collar (d-i-or her)
dropped up out of school, we always knew i wasn’t no scholar (wasn’t no scholar)

[verse 2: hit-boy]
balenciaga bomber on my back, my glasses prada
two-hundred rack trips to nevada
silks sent from casablanca
i shot videos in harlem
we copped plates at the fish spot
flew back to lax, 405 traffic gridlocked (gridlocked)
ace is getting sprayed (sprayed), not up for debate (‘bate)
like i’m pimpin’ bait (bait), i just hit my wave (wave)
i could lace you with some g, just don’t repeat it
spread a n-gga business, quickest way to get deleted
i can’t wreck out, surf club, private club, that’s gang
pokin’ my chest out
capital on my waistline, they took time with the textiles
real ones for my section, they steady saying i’m motivatin’
screw poker and happy facin’, can’t fake with us
she know the faces
[chorus: 24hrs]
2a.m. on ventura with a b-tch that’s bad as toddlers
and i don’t blame lil’ shawty, she ain’t grow up with no father, yeah
like it, then i holler
d-i-or her, pop my collar
dropped up out of school, we always knew i wasn’t no scholar, uh-huh
if we talkin’ ’bout math, i know how to add up every dollar, yeah
rolls royce, gotta have it
b-tch italian like my fabrics, yeah
comedian n-ggas funny
you n-ggas be wasting money
shorty gon’ eat it up soon as she sees the money

[outro: devin morrison]
oh
sell the dopeness, this one’s for the mama, oh
she gon’ switch sides for the dollar, oh
all i need is twenty four hours with her
oh-oh-oh
big dog, no fleas, no collar, oh
got her hypnotized like papa, oh
the boy gon’ hit like, “how this?”
oh, oh, oh

- hit boy 24hrs

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