Young Maylay feat. King Tee - Liq Hittaz | Текст песни

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• Young Maylay feat. King Tee
• Liq Hittaz

Where im livin' they twistin' big benz and (?)
I reminisce the days right before i start servings
2-11's come to mind, grab the nine, then to go, then i run up in the sto'
(EVERYBODY HIT THE FLO'!)
On the ground, face down, don't make a sound, tellin' you now
Any sudden moves im dumping off rounds, put sales on the register
Pop that like a charm, bitch give up the grip, don't (?) the store alarm
Empty each and every money, slide quick as possible
One time come before im done, you a hostage (Ho!)
You moving too slow, my crime in on parole
And i ain't tryin' to go so everybody break your (?)
Live up the (?)
I want pennies, nickels, stomps, quaters and food stamps
We advance out the sto', smashed in the (?)
All they know it was three niggas and one had a (?), Liq Hittaz!
(Niggas talkin')
You need to keep your business to yourself
I found out who got the keys
Im'a creep up behind ya house put me down a robbery
So watch ya mouth clown, we invadin' homes
Next day come around and blow tree like Nathan (?)
(Yo, they just got me for some cheese)
No shit!
(Bout' a hundred and fifty G's)
(?), wasn't even all that, but still a cool grip
Each amount vary everytime a fool slip
We gon' get it, back to back like a rerun
That nigga that lick a whole pack of suckers when i see some
The bad snatcher, limit your chatter
For you had me going backwards cause im really after wrappers.
(?) mansions in Calabasas, (?)
They ain't down they can't hang with us (?)
Nigga ante up, the Liq Hittaz!
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