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letra de hbk freestyle - ps hitsquad & carns hill

[intro: ps hitsquad]
srb separation confirmed (hurgh)
coming up on staging the burn out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds (yeah, hitsquad, baby)
look (carns hill production)

[verse: ps hitsquad]
somebody pass the lighter (huh)
i’m smokin’ wedding cake but i can’t wife her
i bill it up after we f-ck, she gave my d-ck saliva
pull up on a pr-ck, reminder quick, i give them pr-cks a timer
i left that p-ssy wet, big v-g-n-
skiddin’ in that gle, got my phone on dnd
trap spot gettin’ got, i can feel it from the bnb, b on p
even when it’s hot, i keep the heat on me, p-o-p
n-ggas know what’s up, i blow ’em, tnt
got about ten bands in my left hand, that’s p on p
[?] was a 3 on 3, gucci, that’s a g on g
b-tch, i got it off-white, smelt tom ford or some weed on me
givenchy and i’m with coco, she got c on c, don’t play
big stepper, n-ggas know what’s up, so i won’t say
n-ggas set us up, i’m like “okay”
chillin’ with a out-of-town thot, she want cocaine
playin’ with her nose, you already know i’m in the dope game
white lows, i’m in off-white, i like white hoes
took his white girl, he lost weight, i gave him lipo’
only way to get her back in blood but you can try, though
made him go swimmin’ outside like it’s a lido
try me, beef, you don’t want it with my yg
grew up in the streets where you can find me
throwin’ ps, [?] push a p, i make the lime beat
i ain’t got no wallet in my pocket, just a .9 piece, no id
look, i put gushes in backwood, n-ggas cap good
i can see like half a milli’ lookin’ at my macbook but i think i need three more, i’m a crack cook, let it lock nice
stepper, any weather, got a flat foot and a lock knife
stepper, yeah i rock 5s and i rock 1s but not 4s, i shot call
runners in the top form
i might do a movie but it’s not p-rn
i don’t need no popcorn, ap with a top jawn, make her do the sl-t walk
pull up in a svr, zone boy, test me now
old boy here we go, hold on, let’s be calm
hollow tips, slap it, let it hit, i got a hefty palm
better call the rspca the way i left his dawg
i hang with the black guys, bang for the black side
handle the trap line, my pants by my backside
nowadays everybody chats but i back mine
see me on front line, throwin’ up gang signs
ten toes, fresh or death, i’m like coke with the mentos, whip coke with a benzo
sugar with a coffee got me feelin’ like i’m kenko
free up all them n-ggas who got locked up on the encro’ (free ’em up, free ’em up, free ’em up, free ’em up, free ’em up)

- ps hitsquad carns hill

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