Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hypno, artist - T.I.. Album song The L.I.B.R.A., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Grand hustle
Song language: English
Hypno |
What Juicy say? |
He be like |
Shut the fuck up! |
Yeah, yeah, hahaha |
King |
I got immaculate vision, no cataracts in my pupils |
Don’t understand my decisions so I don’t need your approval |
I’m a motherfuckin' villain, just like you see in the movie |
But still a motherfuckin' hero, stay lowkey like casino |
In, pocket full of them C-notes |
Backroom full that primo, bad bitches drinkin' on Pino |
And margarita, bikinis, in different cities you seen it |
With bitches thick as Serena, lick it, |
I see the line between 'em, man, they ain’t actin' a genius |
Fill up arenas, promoters, we take they ass to a cleaners |
Two decades straight, a hundred shows, a hundred K at the gate |
A night, a piece, capisce? |
Bread bigger than me (Sheesh) |
On the road to riches and diamond rings |
Where real niggas move things on private planes |
I said you lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass |
Lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass |
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat |
Shinnin' like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach |
Pray on the weed, never, I’ma find a way to stay on my feet |
Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll |
Man, I been beefin' with my daughter, man, I’m dealin' with shit |
And a lot of my niggas contemplatin', goin' killin' some shit |
I put my bitch out like I’m Martin, in my feelings and shit |
'Nother day of the dope boy, hunnid million, legit, okay |
On the road to riches and diamond rings |
Where real niggas move things on private planes |
And you know I was trappin', workin' at an early age |
Count my money, multiply, hurry, bag it up and buy it |
Sixty-five, with the iron, on the highway, blowin' big gas |
Lookin' for me I been suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass |
Fuck up, I am handling my own motherfuckin' business |
And drama, we ain’t goin' back and forth 'bout the riff raff |
Nigga talkin', nigga big cap, I won’t listen to 'em |
They get kidnapped back when nobody pay the reserve for 'em |
Ain’t never been a pawn, always been a king |
And I ain’t never gave a damn what a nigga think, fuck 'em |
All around the riches and diamond rings |
Where real, niggas move things on private planes |
I said you lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass |
Lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass |
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat |
Shinnin' like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach |
Pray on the weed, never, I’ma find a way to stay on my feet |
Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll |