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Paroles de la chanson Hitting par TLE Cinco
[Gucci Mane]
Huh, 1017 Mafia
TLE Cinco, it's Gucci
Go
[TLE Cinco]
Ayy, 200K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, in broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say he tried Big Cinc', no, the fuck he didn't (No kizzy)
I do this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fitness
No, can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
Huh, 1017 Mafia
TLE Cinco, it's Gucci
Go
[TLE Cinco]
Ayy, 200K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, in broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say he tried Big Cinc', no, the fuck he didn't (No kizzy)
I do this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fitness
No, can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
[TLE Cinco]
Salute any nigga, he fuck my bitch
I was locked up, they like, "Cinc', where the fuck you been?"
I'm sippin' real codeine, no cup of gin
Ayy, if I fuck one time, I can fuck again (Ayy)
I'm on that bullshit right now
Ayy, they like, "Big Cinc' just popped out"
Ayy, I got a switch on the glick, turn his shirt to a nightgown
Ayy, all the sudden, nigga dissin', they come up missin'
Ayy, I get this shit just as long as they print it
Ayy, caught me an opp, he sprinted
Hey, I'm mixin' drank with the drank and I feel like a chemist
Fine lil' bitch want a drink, can't pour it
But I can't cuff no ho, I'm sorry
Hey, I'm on the stage with a ratchet, Maury
That fire, these niggas know I'm the hardest, ayy
Get paid for this shit, I'm a real-deal artist
And I ain't fuck with the school, I was tardy
Hey, I'm in the front, in the front with a real-deal Barbie
This codeine real-deal purple like Barney, ayy
Five hundred shots in this motherfuckin' truck, nigga, duck
I get the drop and I'm shootin' it up
Soon as I get the number, I'm suitin' the fuck
Big Boss Cinc', I'm cool as fuck
Trapped out, I can't serve no grams, ayy (Pushin' P's)
If I can't catch him, I'm whackin' his man
Shit get slappin', blow like fan
But I can't cuff no ho, I'm sorry
Hey, I'm on the stage with a ratchet, Maury
That fire, these niggas know I'm the hardest, ayy
Get paid for this shit, I'm a real-deal artist
And I ain't fuck with the school, I was tardy
Hey, I'm in the front, in the front with a real-deal Barbie
This codeine real-deal purple like Barney, ayy
Five hundred shots in this motherfuckin' truck, nigga, duck
I get the drop and I'm shootin' it up
Soon as I get the number, I'm suitin' the fuck
Big Boss Cinc', I'm cool as fuck
Trapped out, I can't serve no grams, ayy (Pushin' P's)
If I can't catch him, I'm whackin' his man
Shit get slappin', blow like fan
These niggas cappin', I know they a fan
I told him take off his face, let him know you ain't playin'
Chopstick beat, I make him dance
Hey, I'm really like that, bitch, quit playin'
I'm sayin', get to that check and I do it again
[TLE Cinco & Gucci Mane]
Ayy, 200K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, in broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say he tried Big Cinc', no, the fuck he didn't (No kizzy)
I do this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fitness
No, can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
I told him take off his face, let him know you ain't playin'
Chopstick beat, I make him dance
Hey, I'm really like that, bitch, quit playin'
I'm sayin', get to that check and I do it again
[TLE Cinco & Gucci Mane]
Ayy, 200K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, in broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say he tried Big Cinc', no, the fuck he didn't (No kizzy)
I do this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fitness
No, can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
200K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, in broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say he tried Big Cinc', no, the fuck he didn't (No kizzy)
I do this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fitness
No, can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy (Go)
[Gucci Mane]
Ice on my neck, ice on my wrist, all of my shit be hittin' (Burr)
How you a rapper, ain't makin' no money?
Boy, you should think about quittin' (Well, damn)
I don't do shit for the love or the fun, I do this shit for the millions (Millis)
Hey, in broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say he tried Big Cinc', no, the fuck he didn't (No kizzy)
I do this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fitness
No, can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy (Go)
[Gucci Mane]
Ice on my neck, ice on my wrist, all of my shit be hittin' (Burr)
How you a rapper, ain't makin' no money?
Boy, you should think about quittin' (Well, damn)
I don't do shit for the love or the fun, I do this shit for the millions (Millis)
Rap niggas need to just stay in they bag, but they keep stayin' in they feelings (Bitches)
Don't bring up my ex-hoes, I left them all in the trenches (Hoes)
Opinions just like assholes, everyone got an opinion ('Pinion)
Guwop teamed with Cinco, we stars just like Ringo (Woah)
Pull up and the kids scream, "Bingo" (Woah)
Niggas keep stealin' my lingo (Well, damn)
Standin' on top of you, move like the mafia
Who want fishscale? 'Cause we keep them tilapias (Skrrt)
Wop singin' rappers who trappers went popular
If he wasn't rappin', they'd probably be robbin' ya (Wow)
Say you want smoke with my crew, then what's stoppin' ya? (Smoke)
Don't bring up my ex-hoes, I left them all in the trenches (Hoes)
Opinions just like assholes, everyone got an opinion ('Pinion)
Guwop teamed with Cinco, we stars just like Ringo (Woah)
Pull up and the kids scream, "Bingo" (Woah)
Niggas keep stealin' my lingo (Well, damn)
Standin' on top of you, move like the mafia
Who want fishscale? 'Cause we keep them tilapias (Skrrt)
Wop singin' rappers who trappers went popular
If he wasn't rappin', they'd probably be robbin' ya (Wow)
Say you want smoke with my crew, then what's stoppin' ya? (Smoke)
Know we keep tools, we tote hammers like carpenters
So Icy Boyz, we done broke the thermometer
Stack all through winter just to fuck the summer up (It's Gucci)
[TLE Cinco]
Ayy, 200K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, in broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say he tried Big Cinc', no, the fuck he didn't (No kizzy)
I do this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fitness
No, can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
200K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
So Icy Boyz, we done broke the thermometer
Stack all through winter just to fuck the summer up (It's Gucci)
[TLE Cinco]
Ayy, 200K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, in broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say he tried Big Cinc', no, the fuck he didn't (No kizzy)
I do this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fitness
No, can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
200K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, in broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say he tried Big Cinc', no, the fuck he didn't (No kizzy)
I do this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fitness
No, can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
They say he tried Big Cinc', no, the fuck he didn't (No kizzy)
I do this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fitness
No, can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
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