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lirik lagu all business – hit-boy

[intro]
hit-boy

[verse 1: hit-boy]
gun powder in my [?], load the clip then unload it
we the realest you can quote me
i’m back and i’m better brodie
made this beat all by my lonely
wrote this sh-t all by lonely
so i’m doly to the stu, i might be the one and only
9 hunnid dollar tee and a two tone rollie
two hands up, n-ggas tryna block me like a goalie
thugs and parole, some of my closest homies
it’s the way these n-ggas move why we ain’t cl!ckin’
they fakin’ real life, get saved by image
i’m sizin’ n-ggas up but this ain’t full fittin’
i can hear the sneak diss in the play back
n-ggas will see me, one on one to say that
the injection is lethal, i’m thumpin on the needle
put my face on stain gl-ss in the cathedral
back to back deals with jimmy and hovito
n-ggas wouldn’t know the feeling
building till i own the building, yeah

[interlude 1: hit-boy]
i’d like to send the congratulations
to my motherf-ckin’ self
look, hol’ up

[verse 2: hit-boy]
lacin’ up these size 10, steppin’ on you eyes crack
started with a small vision, now the screen on imax
big dawg vicious, god my witness
i ain’t with the wishin’, so i keep it all bidness
hb paid the cost, i got the sh-t ringin’ off
see the smoke from the exhaust when i peel out kid
ten plus in this sh-t and they still doubt hit
i should hand n-ggas a contract, like fill out this
went through the seasons i had to stand the weather
one man band, y’all better band together, i’m ’bout bands
doubts in my flame, n-gga i doubt that
my n-gga see an enemigo, they gon’ hop out fast
look back in the race and get p-ssed up quick
pushin’ at my own pace, still lappin’ you [?]
i wasn’t even surprised when you -ss jumped sh-t
we know n-ggas who do the most, ain’t done sh-t

[interlude 2: hit-boy]
it’s all bidness, no feelings
get money, keep winnin’
look, hol’ up

[verse 3: hit-boy & benny the butcher]
gotta clean up the mud, i ain’t touchin’ the feds
then we high like a n-gga standin’ up on peds
we ain’t givin’ out the info, don’t ask us
mask up, flee the scene in a black truck
it’s bad luck, f-ckin’ with squad
we [?] your -ss to the mob
the flex, droppin’ a bomb, i had to take the batton
nip’ told the world this sh-t is a marathon, you got sell a billion first week, i ain’t scared of y’all (i got this)
let’s go
bulletproof the benz, lost a few friends
but made so much hoes, think i play for the redskins
blowin’ smoke out of gas masks (yeah)
baggin’ dough up in trashbag, streets’ll double cross like hashtags
pressure wasn’t sh-t to a n-gga, i invited it
they askin’ what i did for the hood, i inspired it
fiends taste the dope ‘fore they fire it, who inquirin’?
chasin’ down money was tirin’, now they wire it
gun smoke in my clothing, they can never say i folded
put a n-gga to sleep and then give his mother roses
50k in a sofa, got me laughin’ like the joker
you suite the b-tch, been two week with you and broke it
they ask my motivation, of course it’s hunger
i walked out of 2019 with jordan numbers
record label tryna sign me, that’s when we lost each other
’cause i’m really not a rapper, i just talk to hustlers
the butcher, ah

[outro: benny the butcher]
big griselda in this b-tch
you know what i’m sayin’?
you know i fly to la
soon as i land, i’m gon f-ck with my boy hit
n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with us, n-gga
it’s cl-ssic sh-t, ah
the real is back n-gga, we run this sh-t, ah
we run this sh-t, the butcher comin’ n-gga

- hit boy

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