| The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| 'H' is f- 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| 'H' is f-
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| The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| 'H' is f- 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| 'H' is f-
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| The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| Hilltop, yeah
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| I’m feeling like I’m MJ singing about Billie Jean
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| Lighting up the city street with every step that I take, you feeling me?
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| Silly me, I thought we all wanted each other to win but
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| I’m starting to think the ugliest things, the buddies I’m with, the
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| People I’m 'round wanna cut that, cut that tall tree down
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| Holding me down, but fuck that, fuck that, get another shelf for the trophy
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| lounge
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| I would never joke-joke around, I’m sorry but everybody that
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| Wanted smoke is now b-bodied, and b-b-b-broken down
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, show me you palms, join up your thumbs
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| Take both your index fingers, and point up at the sun
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| ('H' is for 'Hilltop') The 'H' is for 'Hilltop', yell the name
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| P Della maing, got more props than propeller planes
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| These cellophane rappers, you colourful but see-through
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| Fuck 'em all, I’ll beat you butterballs the colour of a beetroot
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| And I ain’t a tough guy, I’m a tired guy, I lost my
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| Patience, either way man I’m dangerous, the 'H' is…
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| The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| 'H' is f-, 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| 'H' is f-, the 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| 'H' is f-, 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| 'H' is f-, the 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| I’m
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| Puttin' wraps on the chapter, been amassin' a stature
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| For comin' back with the rapture 'cause I call my home wherever I roam on the
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| cracked alabaster
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| I’m that flabbergasted by the fans and the passionate minds of the masses I
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| captured
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| Y’all ain’t fucking' with us from dust unto dust till I’m ash in a casket
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| We wandered a path into time, ain’t trod this far just to find
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| I could be forgotten in body or heart and the mind, won’t stop till they martyr
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| my dyin'
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| Hittin' rock bottoms just part of the climb, chasin' a wanderin' star and it’s
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| shine
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| And I’d rather do it harder than be another lost to the art of the rhyme, I’m
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| Tryna honour the discipline, find solace to live within
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| It’s constant conditionin', keepin' my focus, rappers thinkin' they’re woke
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| just poppin' a Ritalin
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| So fuck a popular hit and then, sell it off any cost at a minimum
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| It’s not I got a problem with listenin', just ain’t buyin' it, cognitive
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| dissidence
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| I came in the door, no fame or accord, I scraped and I clawed
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| By grace of the Lord fell straight on my sword, my name on the wall in the face
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| of the law
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| In peace we anticipatin' for war, no sedatin' the force of the rage in my core
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| I was never in doubt so I say it out loud, you know by now what the 'H' is for…
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| The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| 'H' is f-, 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| 'H' is f-, the 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| 'H' is f-, 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
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| 'H' is f-, the 'H' is for 'Hilltop' |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song H Is For…, artist - Hilltop Hoods. Album song The Great Expanse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп