Sporty Thievz, Hit it Up (Clean Version) Lyrics from "Best Man"
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Hit it Up (Clean Version) Lyricsby Sporty Thievz. From Best Man Hit it Up (Clean Version) by Sporty Thievz Uh-oh, yeah Uh-oh, yeah [1] - Hey yo, all my life I've been trying to live it up Pigeons like to flock they just wanna give it up I don't want a girl I just wanna hit it up Yo, I don't wish nobody one the best What the - you expect? Blessings when my own - be correct Blaze trum, coming for you gazy dons with arms Hit your crib, blaze your moms I spit bombs, eating - real like Jeff Dons And chiefs that disagree with me, wave your arms Don't get is twism, quit rapping and stick to living You like a - cycle dawg nobody like you I'm in the cockpit with hot - And just like money in Titanic I'm teaching - how to hot spit I lock - peddeling rocks Better off down in Broadway peddling socks My hands stay hot, that's why the put metal with - I'm gonna rock till I'm on a yacht settling stocks Man - when you done with g's, I'm hungry Split a cat from his hat to his Dungarees [Repeat 1] Hey yo I can't spit gotta smoke a - to this I'm a hit a - make her son to this You can't turn yourself in you gotta run to this From police - tote your gun to this Yo my car's futuristic that's where I keep the biscuit Any girl's seen my - before must have kissed it Shouts to my district, girls claim distant Don't ever kiss chicks that wear lipstick By holler catch my - on a visit With Timbs, when I get rich cop the lizards Hit a club, out the car like where the - Y'all - know first out being snitches Catch me on tv or in your girl's pictures Peep the background see if panties in the pictures Stay with the lickest Surrounded by - We the jiggest rate girls on who the thickest [Repeat 1] Yo, I feel like we can fly when I floor the ride With them doors that open towards the sky - on the block like your brand Delgado Cause I pump out exotic you can test my product Life is full of stress so I drink Old Gold Smoke a - bring my high back with the stove Body frame young but my mind is old Bad student but with - I can honor roll And the only crime I risk my life for is federal Cause doing time for big dough is more acceptable Girl with sex candies that's edible Only if she got a good job like in medical Grand stay recording, stay wearing Jordans Beeper with the phone so a nigga look important Yo what up? It's that - who hit the club up And - sitting there playing the wall get cut up [Repeat 1] If a - quick - grab my - and hit it up [Repeat 1] If a - quick - grab my - and hit it up Uh-oh, uh-oh
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