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letra de hit a lick - tink

[intro]
banger
dj on the beat, so it’s a banger

[chorus: tink]
hit a l!ck with you, get rich with you
i’ll lay somebody down all for you
flip a brick for you, tote a stick for you
’cause i’m the realest b-tch around
i ain’t fronting when i say i got your back, that’s a fact
i ain’t playing about you this just what it is, and i’m on that
i would, flip a brick for you, send a hit for you
’cause i’m the realest b-tch around

[verse 1: tink]
got a b-tch to hold you down and pick up all your problems
matching rollies in our rolls’s, we be doing sh-t for fun (fun)
then we smoke with such and such, we turned him to a strain
took some charges that you had i had to charge it to the game
i could not f-ck up the brand no more, ten toes when i stand straight
why it always be my fault? i’m a real b-tch not man made
can’t be touching and f-cking to part ways (oh)
this p-ssy will always be your safe sp-ce, yeah

[pre-chorus: tink]
what i did for you, private jet, a trip for two
off the coast, pacific view, trick on me i trick on you
street b-tch i dont give no f-ck, hold your gun inside my clutch
they don’t want no smoke with us, no, no
[chorus: tink & nocap]
hit a l!ck with you, get rich with you
i’ll lay somebody down all for you
flip a brick for you, tote a stick for you
’cause i’m the realest b-tch around
i ain’t fronting when i say i got your back, that’s a fact
i ain’t playing about you this just what it is, and i’m on that
i would, flip a brick for you,send a hit for you
’cause you the realest sh-t around

[verse 2: nocap]
i trust you let you tote my gun sometimes you roll up my weed (oh, no)
girl, i’m so f-cked up ’bout this bond, i never want to be free (oh, no)
i went back to her came back to you, i know you the one (oh)
and everytime i ’cause you hurt i end up buying you something
put you in the jet put you in the cat
wonder why your driveway turn into a zoo?
none of them hoes they ain’t in your league
and none of her friends can’t f-ck with you crew
whatever they make you spend it hair
take you out of state, right back to the trap
ain’t got the keys, we taking the train
talk to the lawyer then we lay down the bank
you know secrets i don’t even tell my homies
not falling back from you, i’m with you through the summer
four gloves two masks, four guns two bags
move wrong get hurt, put a bullet in the clerk, ah
[chorus: tink, tink & nocap]
hit a l!ck with you, get rich with you
i’ll lay somebody down all for you
flip a brick for you, tote a stick for you
’cause i’m the realest b-tch around
i ain’t fronting when i say i got your back, that’s a fact
i ain’t playing about you this just what it is, and i’m on that
i would, flip a brick for you, send a hit for you
’cause i’m the realest b-tch around

- tink

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