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letra de hidin out - lil torr

[intro: lil torr]

ahhh
ha
turk, turk
phew
rahhh
go,go

[chorus: lil torr]

i got a dollar that’s it
100 round choppa, it make you fly quick
i’m smoking on mango i’m fried as a b-tch
i feel like keef how i hit on that stick

wock got me tired i sleep in my fit
lazymax made this you know it’s a hit
my young turk he feinin to blitz
we don’t f-ck with old heads they hatin our sh-t

ride through the city with glocks and a switch
gas got me hungry i eat like a b-tch
we scam where you live, we scam we scam you on twitch
i rock with a gunna but he’s not a snitch
i’m eatin my main thing i do it with bliss
i f-ck with my side thing, but we do not kiss
i’m huntin the greeks so i’m makin a list
i hang with the russ turn to ukraine to a pit
i flame at the kranes so we make em die quick
bad boy i got the juice
sippin on drank my kidneys feel loose
in interrogation he sing like a flute
he talkin crazy we give him that boot
she real feisty ima give her that food
make him lord vader he breathe through a tube
spinnin through the ham and we make a few hoops

gen 5 like wilcox it’s gonna shoot
started to smoke again but i f-ckin immune
cannot become a fien cannot lay back and snooze
won’t go out like ricky i’m gonna smoke this f-ckin stizzy

yuhs like beno he likes em age 15 my turk sn-tched your chain, and you didn’t do sh-t

[verse: icyy]

hop in a gle and i slide
pull up to your crib catch a homicide
i’m with the turks we always outside
poppin a perc i’m up in the sky
drink too much lean feel like ima die
f-ck her one time break her heart she gone cry
claiming a body, we know that’s a lie

huh
25 thousand for the perc
throw in that cash that b-tch finna twerk
you talking on turks you get put in the dirt
hangin with wolves, no lil durk
if you a greek you get put on a shirt
feelin my cup so i talk with a slur
that b-tch cheated that was on her
got a new patek, no uzi vert

he want the static put him in the dirt
pop me a perc when i’m feelin the worst
he want the static i pull out the draco
only 15 i get to the bankroll
she go throw that ass if i say so
he talkin down we give that boy a halo
i’ve been stackin cheese talkin bout the pesos
was gonna bring a glock that boy better lay low

[chorus: lil torr]

i got a dollar that’s it
100 round choppa, it make you fly quick.’
i’m smoking on mango im fried as a b-tch
i feel like keef how i hit on that stick
wock got me tired i sleep in my fit
lazymax made this you know it’s a hit
my young turk he feinin to blitz
we don’t f-ck with old heads they hatin our sh-t

bad boy i got the juice
sippin on drank my kidneys feel loose
in interrogation he sing like a flute
he talkin crazy we give him that boot
she real feisty ima give her that food
make him lord vader he breathe through a tube
spinnin through the ham and we make a few hoops

gen 5 like wilcox it’s gonna shoot
started to smoke again but i f-ckin immune
cannot become a fien cannot lay back and snooze
won’t go out like ricky i’m gonna smoke this f-ckin stizzy

yuhs like beno he likes em age 15 my turk sn-tched your chain, and you didn’t do sh-t

- lil torr

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