Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hide & Seek , by - Justina Valentine. Release date: 02.12.2020
Song language: English
Hide & Seek |
| Hide and go seek |
| You bitter hoes weak |
| Can’t ride a dick or a beat |
| Imagine being slicker than me |
| Bitches is sheep |
| I call them hoes little Bo Peep |
| Don’t care if they deep |
| They been intimidated so they always keep distance from me |
| See I’m killing dudes |
| So I get my Carole Bask on |
| Been a masquerade hoe |
| Go ahead and leave your mask on |
| I don’t wanna know what’s behind that |
| Business is booming so Imma just mind that |
| Hatin on my track but I bet you rewind that |
| Hot flow not yours, know where to find that |
| Original, no subliminal, shorty really lyrical |
| The way I’m killing y’all it should be criminal |
| See you at the pinnacle, my digital is critical |
| I bust down every syllable, just for the fucking principle |
| Now the word on the street is they tryna beat me ew we, who’s she? |
| That was a good try |
| ABCDEFG double OD, stick a fork in her she’s done tell her goodbye |
| Couldn’t see my wordplay on my worst day |
| Let them wa wa wa have a good cry |
| If you thought you was doper then go thank you dealer |
| You supposed to 'cause that was a good high |
| You a fiend for the flow |
| Get a scheme for the low |
| You a meme at the most |
| Have you seen her |
| You be skeezin for doe |
| I be feastin on hoes |
| I’m a beast and you know, Justina |
| Imma catch these fish |
| Lightening quick |
| When they bite my shit |
| Piranha |
| I’ma twist my tits |
| Hit these licks, kiss your bitch |
| Shit, Hip Hop, Madonna |
| I don’t do it for no accolades |
| 'Cause after Sway |
| I had these rappers mad at me |
| And they don’t have to feel me |
| Imma masturbate |
| I’m the main event hoe |
| You the matinée |
| Now we trapped in the trap |
| So it’s back to rap |
| Attack these tracks |
| And Ima drop back to back |
| I’m up to bat that’s a fact get my ass to clap |
| Stack some racks |
| Tell my man to grab the gat |
| Who iller |
| Red head killer |
| Even in a drout Imma get that skrilla |
| Hot toddy, cleanse my body |
| The box on gold |
| Getting rich like Roddy |
| So you better bring the ambulance |
| Damnit man, you sweeter than some candied yams |
| I’m hand to hand in the land like Jackie Chan |
| I rack the grands |
| I’m getting green like Packer fans |
| If you thought you could knock her just 'cause of her knockers |
| Or thought you could rock her, you off of your rocker |
| Just go see a doctor to fix you up proper |
| A penny for my thots, you bitches is copper |
| These birds wanna flock her, I turn up like Waka |
| I’m hitting these punches just like I’m boxer |
| Your girl wanna box her, I’m gettin this work |
| So just make sure you clock her |