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Hit My Line 2
by
Yung Davon
Featuring(s) : Starman Deluxe & Kid C.
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[Yung Davon] Bitch, don't hit my line 'cause I'm not with that f*ck shit If you not talkin' bout that bag, then I'm not for discussion I got these niggas talkin' down, makin' dumb ass assumptions But I guess it comes around, cause, my nigga, I run shit Bitch, don't hit my line 'cause I'm not with that f*ck shit If you not talkin' bout that bag, then I'm not for discussion I got these niggas talkin' down, makin' dumb ass assumptions But I guess it comes around cause my nigga, I run shit, like Bitch, don't hit my shit, ayy, you ain't on my shit, ayy Ask me how I'm feelin', ayy, I feel like a villain, ayy Bitch, don't hit my shit, ayy, you ain't on my shit, ayy Fake shit, I don't feel it, ayy, I feel like the realest, ayy [Yung Davon] All these niggas switching sides but that's a part of the plan And I got all these bitches talkin' so I guess I'm the man Please don't hit me with your problems if you got no advance I seen this nigga that was talking and I swear that he ran Cause I'm not with the f*ck shit, no discussion, got these bitches bummin' All up in the function, bitch, I'm thumbin', drippin' when I come in I'm not with your dumb shit, wanna talk, I wanna see you runnin' Blow holes like a Funyun, wanna thot that got me just like "f*ck it" No, I don't f*ck these hoes, yes, I still got these bitches No, I will never fold so tell your man to mind his business All up in my f*ckin' business, niggas lazy, never get it Try to play me, bitch, you trippin', talkin' crazy, I'ma get 'em Bitch, don't hit my line 'cause I'm not with that f*ck shit If you not talkin' bout that bag, then I'm not for discussion I got these niggas talkin' down, makin' dumb ass assumptions But I guess it comes around cause my nigga, I run shit, like Bitch, don't hit my shit, ayy, you ain't on my shit, ayy Ask me how I'm feelin', ayy, I feel like a villain, ayy Bitch, don't hit my shit, ayy, you ain't on my shit, ayy Fake shit, I don't feel it, ayy, I feel like the realest, ayy (no, no, no) [Starman Deluxe] I told you once, please don't make me have to say it again All you wanna do is hit my line and f*ckin' pretend Bitch, I seen through your bullshit, I know you ain't no friend I don't care 'bout your issues, I just want this to end Ayy, bitch, don't hit my line cause I don't give a f*ck Tell your man that his damn crying, he can f*ckin' run up If you're tryna waste my time, I hope you know just what's up I ain't gonna hit you back so you should prolly give up You know what's up, ho, don't even buy that bitch We gonna stand for the fakes, bitch, I don't want throat Smokin' those Milds, I know your shit must kinda stink Yeah, I feel like Thanos, off these shits A villain to these hoes and tricks My nine is close, so gettin' dipped Don't hit my line, not with your shit Bitch, don't hit my line 'cause I'm not with that f*ck shit If you not talkin' bout that bag, then I'm not for discussion I got these niggas talkin' down, makin' dumb ass assumptions But I guess it comes around cause my nigga, I run shit, like Bitch, don't hit my shit, ayy, you ain't on my shit, ayy Ask me how I'm feelin', ayy, I feel like a villain, ayy (yah, ayy) Bitch, don't hit my shit, ayy, you ain't on my shit, ayy (ayy, ooh) Fake shit, I don't feel it, ayy, I feel like the realest, ayy (yah, yah) [kid c.] Bitch, don't hit my line, you ain't impressing me, nah (ain't impressing me!) Talking shit but you can't even craft a melody, huh (melody!) You getting hype when I've got all of that adrenaline, yuh (adrenaline!) But I won't bite that bait because I'm ahead of it, yuh (ahead of it!) I don't give a f*ck and I hope you know that, yeah (know that, know that!) I wanna chill, I want some peace but keep it low down (keep it low down!) They want me singing and then willin', wanting both now (wantin' both now!) But f*ck it, I don't answer to you, I'm alone now (I'm alone now!) But I go hard in this bitch like I'm Waka Flocka Flame (Waka Flocka!) Do the charts in a minute, hear me croonin' 'bout the pain (croonin' 'bout my!) All that sicko, crazy shit and you know I ain't gonna fake (I ain't gonna-) All the shit that I've been going through I don't need no apologies, stay out my lane, CVTE (ayy!) [Yung Davon] Bitch, don't hit my shit, you ain't on my shit Ask me how I'm feelin', I feel like a villain Bitch, don't hit my shit, you ain't on my shit Fake shit, I don't feel it, I feel like the realest
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