Correction Lyrics The Hills (Intro) by Len

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Got my b*tch, from the hills she asked why I been so blunt?
I see that you f*ck with losers, I see this ain't what you want
N*gga said he got a problem, told him this ain't what you want
Buddy I got something for you, hoping you get gassed up
Tell that lil bitty b*tch and that lil bitty boy they better catch up
Tell that lil bitty b*tch and that lil bitty boy better getcho racks up
Tell that lil bitty b*tch and that lil bitty boy they better catch up
I got something for you, hoping you get gassed up

And I love the action
I said what I said
Just send the address
I am not making a threat
You talk out your neck and I promise you’re p*ssed
When I get my 2 hands on a rocket launcher or a missile I promise you’de p*ssed
It’s cold in the ends I’ma ice out my m*f*cking neck and my m*f*cking wrist
And I’m taking a risk, and it was it is, and i did what i did, cos that boy is a b*tch, hes a lil bitty boy
Hunger in my eyes when I got to the check I ain't wait up i ran to another one
Smashing a 10 then im smashing another one
And I pulled out but I still got another son
Top 5 alive
Ejaculate then I evacuate
Cut her off after head I decapitate, Evaluate the fake and then we amputate
Navigate to the cake then I gravitate, collaborate with the real then we fascinate, p*ssy and fashion and verses, assassinate
Annihilate competition, I move on
Calculate all of the green like a salad plate

Got my b*tch, from the hills she asked why I been so blunt?
I see that you f*ck with losers, I see this ain't what you want
N*gga said he got a problem, told him this ain't what you want
Buddy I got something for you, hoping you get gassed up
Tell that lil bitty b*tch and that lil bitty boy they better catch up
Tell that lil bitty b*tch and that lil bitty boy better getcho racks up
Tell that lil bitty b*tch and that lil bitty boy they better catch up
I got something for you, hoping you get gassed up

I hopped off the stage, got me feeling Jeff Hardy
They telling me that I’m the truth
I told em “Leh Go!” &amp; I’m getting them lit
I’m constantly raising the roof
She told me ‘real n*ggas they do not exist’
But babygirl I am the proof
I feel like Jeff Hardy I’m on the top rope
I Swanton Bomb into the cooch
And you know I’m whipping it, whipping it, whipping it, whipping it
F*ck it, I’m writing it off
She throw me the kitty
I’m writing it off
I’m liking the box so I’m writing it off
And you know I’m killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it
F*ck it, I’m writing it off
He talk out his neck and I’m writing him off
He talk on the net and I’m signing him off

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