Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Hit My Line, artist - Arizona Zervas. Date of issue: 30.11.2017
Song language: English
Don't Hit My Line |
| But when I glow up, bitch please don’t hit my line |
| Don’t hit my line |
| Don’t hit my line (don't hit my line) |
| Don’t hit my line (don't hit my line) |
| Don’t hit my line (don't hit my line) |
| Don’t hit my line |
| Oh now ain’t it funny when I’m down they just lay low |
| Oh now ain’t it funny they my friend when they say so |
| Watch em' come around when I pull up in that range though |
| Watch em' come around I start stacking all these pesos |
| If I like that shit, I gon' top that shit |
| I might just flex for fun |
| If I like that shit, then I invite that bitch |
| Then I sex her down until she cum |
| I ain’t no bitch don’t be dumb |
| Run through your club no Forrest Gump |
| Lookin' so clean, and I’m with my whole team |
| If you talked that shit then you might get slapped |
| I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya but you bitches never listen |
| I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya that your boy been on a mission |
| I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya but they couldn’t see the vision |
| I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya now look what you’ve been missin |
| Oh they wanna talk now, let em move they lips (lips) |
| Coming at my neck and, they talking all that shit (shit) |
| I ain’t really tripping no, I ain’t got the time (time) |
| But when I glow up, bitch please don’t hit my line |
| Don’t hit my line |
| Don’t hit my line (don't hit my line) |
| Don’t hit my line (don't hit my line) |
| Don’t hit my line (don't hit my line) |
| Don’t hit my line |
| Oh now ain’t it funny how they talking all that bullshit |
| Oh now ain’t it funny how they treat me like a nuisance |
| Watch em' come around when I drop all of my new shit |
| Watch em' come around when I pull up in that new whip |
| I go and do 3 shows, then I do 3 hoes |
| Better hope one ain’t your bitch |
| I see you flex on the gram with a couple of gram |
| But we both know that you ain’t rich |
| You wear fake fits what I wear looks slick |
| I don’t play baseball but your boy make cents |
| In my home town now everybody down cause your boy went hard and your boys ain’t |
| shit |
| I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya but you bitches never listen |
| I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya that your boy been on a mission |
| I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya but they couldn’t see the vision |
| I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya now look what you’ve been missin |
| Oh they wanna talk now, let em move they lips (lips) |
| Coming at my neck and, they talking all that shit (shit) |
| I ain’t really tripping no, I ain’t got the time (time) |
| But when I blow up, bitch please don’t hit my line |
| Don’t hit my line |
| Don’t hit my line (don't hit my line) |
| Don’t hit my line (don't hit my line) |
| Don’t hit my line (don't hit my line) |
| Don’t hit my line |