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letra de set the tone - hitkidd

[intro: aleza]
(hitkidd, what it do, man?)
a-l-e-z-a

[verse 1: aleza]
see, i’ll break a n-gga pockets ‘fore i let him break my heart
and these b-tches ain’t on sh-t, do all that talkin’ ’til i spark
quick to sell his ass a dream like i’m lucid in the dark
i walked in with pressure on me, building smellin’ like some farts
and i got h-lla n-ggas, i can’t pick, they make it hard
all my opps wanna squash beef, but they done took that sh-t too far
he just asked me did i love him? b-tch, you must be gone off bars
i just stuffed my ‘wood with ‘za, it got me tweakin’, i’m on mars

[verse 2: gloss up]
all that braggin’ ’bout that n-gga got that n-gga f-cked
told that ho listen to lil durk, ’cause, ho, you should’ve ducked
and i ain’t comin’ off that n-gga ‘less he wipe his face
and i ain’t doin’ no wifey sh-t because i know my place
yeah, i got b-tches mad ’cause they facecard can’t pull n-ggas
let me call my n-gga, just know rambo gon’ pull triggers
if i see your n-gga, that’s on your life, you won’t get him back
make him bend me over, make him eat this coochie from the back
[verse 3: glorilla]
dropped my last n-gga and stopped f-ckin’ with his big homie
runnin’ through these n-ggas, lori harvey ain’t got sh-t on me
i know them b-tches watchin’, i look like a f-ckin’ l!ck, don’t it?
talkin’ ’bout me to that n-gga, bet he know that i’m the sh-t, don’t he?
money can’t buy love, but it can buy me that new ‘vette, though
my pockets large, i’m eatin’ good, i’m feelin’ like a fat ho
not steppin’ on no toes because i’m at these b-tches’ neck, ho
wonder why he love my lil’ ass, ’cause he know this p-ssy fat, ho

[verse 4: slimeroni]
what you lookin’ for? you know i’m heat, i’m cookin’, ho
tryna shut me out, motherf-cker, i’ma kick the door
i got the sauce, come l!ck it, ho, fine as f-ck, no ticket, ho
i be with the gang, yeah, we bang, i don’t clique with hoes
it’s the queen of the slimes, queen of the dimes
you know i walk in the spot, don’t wait in no lines
n-ggas broke than a motherf-cker wastin’ my time
i been laughin’ at hoes, they really be tryin’
i got all my haters watchin’, now’s the time for you to clock in
n-ggas don’t want smoke, i call my bro, go get your glock then
b-tch, we run the city, f-ck these n-ggas, man, we top ten
burst a b-tch bubble ’cause these hoes know i’m poppin’

[verse 5: k carbon]
b-tches in my business, can you rappers sell bundles?
ho, you better watch that n-gga ‘fore i make you come up off him
he only a dog to you, i put him on a leash and walk him
said i gotta stop sh-ttin’ on b-tches ’cause i do it way too often
put me on any beat, challenge me, b-tches can’t f-ck with me
lyrically, i’m a beast, on my gang, that’s on cge
you b-tches play, i drop a bag, our members active in the street
i like n-ggas with fire head, when he done, i’m goin’ straight to sleep
i like n-ggas with big bread, make a twenty, you can match that
we can’t get caught textin’, so just hit me through your snapchat
opps can’t get caught lackin’, we put ’em behind a hashtag
thinkin’ that i like, i’m tryna find out where his stash at
[outro]
y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on
hold up, glitter gang sh-t
glorilla, b-tch
a-l-e-z-a
k carbon, yeah, f-ck y’all thought?
ayy, they got us f-cked up
b-tches got me f-cked up
h-ll nah
play this sh-t back, allie

- hitkidd

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