HS87 ft Audio Push ft Hit-Boy - Them niggas | Текст песни

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[Intro]
Off top, get money all day
Can't see your face, cause the paper in the way
When you're getting to it, know niggas gonna hate
When we're outchea 'bout it 'bout it, No Limit, get it straight

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
HS87, staying till you turn to max, and I say nigga...
All black like the Great Depression
When I'm stepping down your hair,
Like you're pulling with 80 reverends
Me and my niggas on the getting money policy
West Coast shit, spittin out some polla seeds
Shout out to Dez and corrupt young...
Me and all my youngins looking like we hit the lottery
We're getting green, watch the salad on my plate
Or we party with them teens up in San Diego State
That she's barely legal but her ass's twenty eight
And I ride on 28s, so she ride me like she skate.
We're the hardest niggas, regardless
Sonning niggas, RIP to my nigga Marvin
While yo niggas just talk through the Grape Vine
My niggas are cool from the waist down
I got.. prize, nigga we turnt, bring here the base line!

[Hook]
Off top, get money all day
Can't see your face, cause the paper in the way
When you're getting to it, know niggas gonna hate
When we're at your body, body, no limit, get it straight
What you say? you niggas say you like my niggas
(Go, go, go) you niggas say you like my niggas
(Go, go, go) you niggas say you like my niggas

[Verse 2: Oktane]
Alright, I looked down on my phone
Too many girls calling me, I told them leave me alone
I'm in the game, and I'm balling
See they're trying to test the lions and they...
But a lion is what I am and I am king of the jungles
See I'm acting, don't know this
Got money, don't show it
Your girl, don't blow me
She come here, start the whole crew
Pour the liquor, start the...
Where the mike, that's where I go to
Care to be nigga, out for sure do
Press record and then nigga is no rules
..down on my back, your girl.. in my front
I ate her from my first meal,
And these young rappers for lunch
I just found out, you're picky, crazy
That's my latest pun
And like bad head at the end of the bread
This ain't what you want!
I see that red light running...
Now we call our.. gorgeous
..sacred about it, but it's coming!
And your girl come when it's night time
And every time is the right time
If you ain't us, use a lame nigga,
Cause your niggas ain't like mine!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
You're saying that you're trill, but we've been realer
Making banks like my first name Phillip
Real niggas, the only ones who feel us
Summer time, I'm probably rocking chinchillas
The clock ticking and tocking, I'm making profits
My momma told me don't pull out the rocket unless you gonna pop it
My new girl, flock it for me, unstop me
I call her Wall-E cause she always being...
No I don't! If it's beef my niggas running like jumps!
You niggas can't even pronounce the places I fly from
That's fly, huh?
If you see me with five niggas, then probably we got five punks
The girl who gives me head in my bed,
You're probably pray you dry hump
Me just to touch on her breast, me to deal with her mess
Me just dress in her mess, flyer than a bird nest!
Thugging, living, not worrying about the cost
We're in the same denim, but we're cut from different cloths

[Hook]

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