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-хопDate 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 |