| Think it’s a game?
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| Yeah, ayy, uh
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| Huh-uh, look
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| Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
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| Don’t make me broad day 'em, yeah
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| Don’t make me broad day 'em, yeah, hey, uh
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| Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
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| Yeah, ayy, they gon' make me broad day 'em, yeah
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| Ayy, don’t make me broad day 'em, hey-ayy, uh
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| See uh, I been playin' keepers, yeah
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| Feed 'em to my man, I hope my man eat 'em, huh, yeah
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| Come holler at your mans, I got them things cheaper, huh
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| Ayy, we got off-white tan molly, for the geekers
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| Ayy, Rollie on me, freezer
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| Dolce jersey, Derek Jeter
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| Two sticks and one Desert Eagle
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| Can’t find you, we get your people
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| This one for my dead people (Huh-huh)
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| I see dead people (Hey-Hey)
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| I got a closet full of nothin' but old dead people, yeah
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| I got some problems, I take my problems out on other people, yeah
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| I got no problem with shootin' it out, don’t give no damn, nigga, hey
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| I got no problem with shootin' it out, don’t give no damn, yeah
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| I got a whole hundred rounds and I pray it don’t jam, yeah
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| Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
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| Don’t make me broad day 'em, yeah
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| Don’t make me broad day 'em, yeah, hey, uh
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| Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
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| Yeah, ayy, they gon' make me broad day 'em, yeah
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| Ayy, don’t make me broad day 'em, hey-ayy, uh
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| Ayy, I put one carat in my nose, three carat an ear
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| If I put like six carats on him, he gon' disappear
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| I’m givin' out, I’m sendin' out gifts, sendin' moms an M
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| We maskin' up like it’s Halloween every day of the year
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| I’m comin' off the hip, huh, you know we’ll toss the shrimp, huh
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| Ayy, we eat lobster, a lot of pasta, real mobster 'dem
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| You know my pops a pimp, you know my moms like Brazil
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| Got a crib in Austell and it’s only for the mail, and
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| I be high as hell, I could probably smoke a bale
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| You know that runts got a different smell
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| Leave him there, let him smell
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| Never ever leave a trail, yeah (Fuck nigga)
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| He ain’t get a chance to tell (Ayy, pussy nigga)
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| 'Cause I just
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| Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
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| Don’t make me broad day 'em, yeah
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| Don’t make me broad day 'em, yeah, hey, uh
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| Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
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| Yeah, ayy, they gon' make me broad day 'em, yeah
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| Ayy, don’t make me broad day 'em, hey-ayy, uh
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| Pooh, you a fool for this one
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| Go Grizz
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| Turn Me Up Josh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hit 'Em Up , by - YFN Lucci. Song from the album 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп