[Verse 1: Hit-Boy] We twisted, yeah nigga we twisted Got a couple bad bitches Yeah, you missed it Her and her sister, keep calling me mister H-I-T B-O-Y, he so fly, he no lie, too much truth All I do, makes hits, sip a little bit of hundred proof Young nigga bet a couple hundred, what it do When I got a couple enemies I haven't run into It'll be problems, yeah it'll be problems So I'm celebrating life throwing money in the air Throwing money in the air, letting them know I don't care Got so much flair, like my nigga Chase say Making bitches say OK Really ain't mean to [?] But I really got to stunt nigga, look this way I'm fucking Hit-Boy, I'm fucking [?], she fucking Hit-Boy And you know, you know I'm all about them zeroes Controlling the game like D. Rose And making hits for my heroes
[Hook] We twisted, we fucking twisted Got a couple bad bitches that wanna get high They wanna get live(?), they wanna get high And I don't even smoke, but my niggas do So go light up girl, go really get loose And we can get it going we can take it to the room Hit her with the get fucked option
[Verse 2: Hit-Boy] I'm rolling, I'm rolling Knocking bitches down like I'm bowling Off that Hennessy and Patrón and Y'all be cuffing hoes y'all patrolling But it's OK, it's OK Trying to steal my style but it's no way And now I'm getting that white money They chase a nigga like O.J My jersey, with me nigga I'm putting on for my team nigga I'm the quarterback, first string nigga Straight tossing bitches like flea flickers These kickers, all turf Running this field, thats hard work Fuck all night and I'm all surf My stock high, what y'all worth? No benzes, [?] That front end, spent it That back end, stacked that $500 for the snake-skin snapback And that's word to my nigga Don C Updated fresh, what you know about me? Love having sex with a double dime piece She a 20 on the scale what you know about [?]?
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[Verse 3: Big Sean] Fuck these bitch ass niggis Bitches big-y Sipping on liquor trying to get a little licky, licky, licky, icky Sorry ho but I'm picky Bad white girls and they look like Iggy Grown ass man do I look like Diggy? Bend it over on me, can you do it like Nicki? Pussy all wet, we stay sticky, sticky Yeah, I lost my mind, bet I won't lose my money (No) Picking up change, do I look bum-y? (No) She keep blowing when the [?] ain't running Staying in shape because you know a nigga run it Me and two Os, yeah that's one hundred My nigga ran through the trees rolling with that shotty Goddammit he think he hunted I'm going hard, I don't stop I'm living life like it's no cops She's taking shots to the head like who the fuck needs Botox I'm rolling up, I'm rolling out I don't know her name, I just know her mouth Living this life you lame niggas don't know about Cuz
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[Outro: Big Sean] And Hit-Boy get these hoes man, aw shit So damn, nasty, she so nasty I'm a nasty nigga to thoughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
