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'Circle' Lyrics - Casey Veggies & Rockie Fresh ft. Hit-Boy
Here is Circle Lyrics by Casey Veggies & Rockie Fresh Ft. Hit-Boy

(Hook)
Who them niggas getting all that dough? (that my own circle)
Taking bitches you won’t call back huh? (that my own circle)
Hit the part and we blow that loud (that my own circle)
Damn my nigga I broke my round (that my own circle)
Ain’t no squares in my circle, Ain’t no squares in my circle
Ain’t no squares in my circle, Ain’t no squares in my circle
Ain’t no squares in my circle, Ain’t no squares in my circle
Ain’t no squares in my circle, Ain’t no squares in my circle

(Verse)
I’m a young fly LA nigga and ain’t no squares in my circle
She down to ride, she let me film, might put her ass in a commercial
And rep the team, that’s a good look, got the recipe in a cook book
See a nigga taking pictures for the look book
And the boy bout to hit like a good hook
She gone
Baby girl always seek me out when we be tourin
Only 19 but I’m pullin up in that foreign
Square niggas tryna block, still takin shots and I’m scorin
They pay a lot so I blow it, she shake a lot so I throw it

(Hook)
Who them niggas getting all that dough? (that my own circle)
Taking bitches you won’t call back huh? (that my own circle)
Hit the part and we blow that loud (that my own circle)
Damn my nigga I broke my round (that my own circle)
Ain’t no squares in my circle, Ain’t no squares in my circle
Ain’t no squares in my circle, Ain’t no squares in my circle
Ain’t no squares in my circle, Ain’t no squares in my circle
Ain’t no squares in my circle, Ain’t no squares in my circle

(Verse)
Put this shit on Shaq bitch, we ain’t backin down
My business bitch can get me Sy young when I’m at the mount
I heard yo hoe was looking for me, I was out of town
London man, Amsterdam, I ain’t worried now
Money comin to me, money comin to me, how it feel?
I’m getting guns, my bitch be thinkin she Tamia Hill
I’m out here workin like a nigga, never signed a deal
And I’m gone off the purple nigga, ain’t no squares in my circle nigga

(Hook)
Who them niggas getting all that dough? (that my own circle)
Taking bitches you won’t call back huh? (that my own circle)
Hit the part and we blow that loud (that my own circle)
Damn my nigga I broke my round (that my own circle)
Ain’t no squares in my circle, Ain’t no squares in my circle
Ain’t no squares in my circle, Ain’t no squares in my circle
Ain’t no squares in my circle, Ain’t no squares in my circle
Ain’t no squares in my circle, Ain’t no squares in my circle

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'Alert' Lyrics - Hit-Boy ft. Nipsey Hussle
Here is Alert Lyrics by Hit-Boy Ft. Nipsey Hussle

You ain't felt this shit since the chronic
You ain't felt this shit since the chronic
You ain't felt this shit since the chronic
You ain't felt this shit since the chronic

You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
New king of this beat shit, I'm the hardest
Just being honest
You ain't got a Grammy, nigga, don't comment
This is my HS87 promise, I go crazy killer retarded
When I touch the beat and get started, Barry Bonds it
And I hit these hoes with the peace sign
Nigga, As-alaykum salaam it
Boy, you better get your work up
Been the same niggas since surf club
Stay putting on for that best side
I'mma make sure that they heard us

I know what it is
These niggas ain't real, tell the truth 'bout how I feel
Fuck these niggas, what's the deal?
I know what it is
Y'all forgot I ride around on the weekend
Top down for no reason, y'all was missing that G shit

Y'all was missing that G-shit
You ain't felt this shit since the chronic
Y'all was missing that G-shit
You ain't felt this shit since the chronic
Y'all was missing that G-shit
You ain't felt this shit since the chronic
Y'all was missing that G-shit
You ain't felt this shit since the chronic

You ain't felt this shit since The Chronic
I'm out here on my Pac shit
She out here on her fake devils
Niggas still on that fraud shit
Selling out all of my concerts
Breaking bread with my dos, shit
Repeat the steps till we all rich
Repeat the steps till we all rich
I'm getting that change
Sitting on deuces, riding on straps
One part of my brain was like
"Hussle, get to it, just sign on your name"
Probably play, I really came up from running from grace
Stunting on stage, just busting my blaze for ??

I know what it is
These niggas ain't real, tell the truth 'bout how I feel
Fuck these niggas, what's the deal?
I know what it is
Y'all forgot I ride around on the weekend
Top down for no reason, y'all was missing that G shit

Y'all was missing that G-shit
You ain't felt this shit since the chronic
Y'all was missing that G-shit
You ain't felt this shit since the chronic
Y'all was missing that G-shit
You ain't felt this shit since the chronic
Y'all was missing that G-shit
You ain't felt this shit since the chronic

Young west side niggas screaming we don't give a fuck
Niggas, throw your dubs up
Young west side niggas screaming we don't give a fuck
Niggas, throw your dubs up

Look, I don't waste time, I take mine
From the state line to Boston
New York to Austin, from bass line out to??
Try me, I go postal
This the shit the OG opposed to
And I'm merking this ‘cause I'm supposed to
Steady mining in this bitch, I got my crew with me
Life is good, my name is Chancy, I'm the new Pimp C
Musically you see movie scenes with this on
Magazines we twist on
Eyes low when I'm gone, give me some more
You wanna hit the splif, come
Let me welcome everybody to the wild wild west
We ain't even gotta ask, bitch, I'm high, high yes

I know what it is
These niggas ain't real, tell the truth 'bout how I feel
Fuck these niggas, what's the deal?
I know what it is
Y'all forgot I ride around on the weekend
Top down for no reason, y'all was missing that G shit

Y'all was missing that G-shit
You ain't felt this shit since the chronic
Y'all was missing that G-shit
You ain't felt this shit since the chronic
Y'all was missing that G-shit
You ain't felt this shit since the chronic
Y'all was missing that G-shit
You ain't felt this shit since the chronic

HS87, HS87
HS87 on the screen
HS87, HS87
HS87 on the screen

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'She Belongs to the City' Lyrics - Hit-Boy
Here is She Belongs to the City Lyrics by Hit-Boy

[Verse1]
I’m gonna treat you like you’re my number one
I’m gonna treat you like you’re my only one
Cause you’re the only one
That I be holding on
You’re the only reason that I wrote this song
And that I wrote this chorus up on the keys
And you just hit me right now
Saying “If I miss you like you miss me”
And the answer is yes and it seems
They say the one that you love and the one that loves you back
Are really the same person but I guess we changing that
Cause I got this beautiful dream in this bottle
You’re a beautiful girl, model
You’ve been trying to keep my heart cause it’s worth ten times what they bought you
You deserve a beat from me and I ain’t talking music shit
I’m talking face down ass up I know you used to it
I can picture you never you so thick
And those shoes you used to fit
You’re replaced with red bottoms and black cars from niggas you used to hit
And that kind of make me reluctant
You the kind of girl I want to fuck with
But I’m moving world-wide and you on couches on that fuck shit
You know Sean you know Chris
You know Pusha you know Hit
But if ain’t clubs and studios than
You don’t know shit

[Hook]
I promise that she the one I adore
She damn near have everything that I was looking for
But she was from L.A
She was from L.A. (3x)
She crushed my heart on the floor
But she the one I adore
She damn near have everything that I was looking for
But she was from L.A
She was from L.A. (3x)
And she belongs to the city

[Verse 2]
I wish you would act right
But you taking all these first class flights
In a different time-zone last night
You swear you not giving up ass, right?
You going to blame it on cash right?
And I’m telling you I’m not askin’
You’re single in the summer cause that’s when all the parties happen
Look at me
Keep it G
You’re just trying to fuck a winner huh
And you going to turn around and want a man a winner huh
Talking to me about that point guard on the bench
But when a nigga give the keys to that Benz
All the sudden ya’ll the shit
BBM status ain’t matching all these phone conversations
This powerhouse is ? songs all on his station
And so and so is in town and your homegirls friends with one of his neighbors
And he fooled you all around and you swear you ain’t returning no favors
Now you drunk BBM’ing me rambling on and on and
You seeing that I’m reading it but you know I’m not responding
Girl I swear I hate this game and I always wonder who’s teaching you
Charged your phone all day but after one you’re just unreachable

[Hook]
I promise that she the one I adore
She damn near have everything that I was looking for
But she was from L.A
She was from L.A. (3x)
She crushed my heart on the floor
But she the one I adore
She damn near have everything that I was looking for
But she was from L.A
She was from L.A. (3x)
And she belongs to the city

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'HITstory' Lyrics - Hit-Boy
Here is HITstory Lyrics by Hit-Boy

When you up they answer quick
When you down they got a broken phone
Some shit you just can’t forget
When you comin’ from a broken home
With one mom, no dad, two sisters goin’ through it
Smile on, pretend you good, but you really hurt and no one knew it
School, class, I knew it was somethin’ that wouldn’t last
Cause I didn’t need a lecture to pass
And me making beats would never require math
I knew what I wanted before I had it
But I always had it, I was an addict
And this room is feelin’ just like an attic
Making ten beats a day and goin’ at it
When my ex-girl tellin’ me she missed her cycle
Feelin’ like I got shot with a pistol, rifle
Gauge, wishin’ we was on the same page
But she don’t understand I wanna be like Michael
But not up on the ho shit, yeah I used to be up on the ho shit
Til I realized I wasn’t tall enough
And then I jumped right into the music
Got with a couple niggas I was cool with, T-dub tryin’ to make a movement
Had the same drive, same passion
I never thought that we would ever lose it
And we could never get back, right?
What was done in the dark did hit that light
Tears in your eyes, can’t forget that night
Then you stabbed me in the back, I wish I’d hit that knife
But it didn’t stop me though
Hollered at my uncle Rodney though
He said that he been through the same shit
And the real ties you make could not be broke
So I went back to my place and I logged into Myspace
Heard a couple beats from a nigga from New Orleans
I’m thinkin’ to myself, man this guy’s great
Then we built a brand, right from home
Moved to the A, joined the zone
Learned a lot, moved alone, next thing I knew I was back at home
Now I gotta focus on me, cause shit got a little bit shifty
Bills got a little too deep, I’m on iChat hollerin’ at Ricky
While he’s sittin’ in sessions with Keys
Tellin’ me that I could be the next thing
Tellin’ me that he believed in my dreams
It’s all a matter of time and definitely
Keep working, Hit you gon’ get to the start-up
Next thing I know it’s Christmas in Harlem
Right after that I’m workin’ in a palace
Overseas suites, they wonderin’ like Alice
Goddamn I was just at home, now I’m number three on the throne
I got so many emotions, that I had to make it into a song
Man this is what you’re gettin’ after
Read the index, skip a chapter
Either way you’re gonna see me gettin’ glory
I wanna welcome y’all to HITstory

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'East vs West' Lyrics - Hit-Boy
Here is East vs West Lyrics by Hit-Boy

[Hook]
This that shit y’all been missing
This that shit y’all don’t hear no more
This that shit that Nas was kicking
The shit that BIG would’ve spit the night before

[Verse 1]
…He was murdered, probably sitting with Puff in Fatburger
Thinking of some ill shit nobody ever heard of
Discussing studio time and interviews with Word Up
Cali bitches hitting him but he ain’t getting worked up
His mama probably worried about him
She ain’t know about Suge, or she heard about him
But he said it was all good, he was going courtside to watch the Lakers
Forgetting about the niggas tryna stick him for his paper
Rich and famous, Shakur died, Bad Boy who they blaming
Not even knowing the direction of the finger they aiming is the wrong one
Soon enough they’ll find out in the long run
But still he ended up on the other side of the wrong gun
Seeing palm trees, through Versace shades
Not even knowing his life after death would start today
Tire marks from the Goodyear swerving
From the 7 shots fired in the side of the suburban, rest in peace

[Hook]
This that shit y’all been missing
This that shit y’all don’t hear no more
This that shit that Snoop was kicking
The shit that Pac would’ve spit the night before

[Verse 2]
…He was murdered at the red light, tryna get his head right
Tryna shake the beef, probably tryna get his bread right
Before his time run out, before them guns come out
Playing another album we ain’t heard that’s finna come out
Wondering who to trust, there’s rumors and shit on TV
Only person telling it like it is is a feenie
A demon to the media, a angel in the booth
He was poetic seeking justice, plus he had the juice
America’s most wanted with ambitions as a rider
Screaming hail Mary while throwing the west side up
Shots hit the door, he was hit when the glass shattered
To live in die in LA, couldn’t happen in Nevada
Slumped in that BM Dub, Suge had to sit him up
Then they wanna blame it on that first line in “Hit Em Up”
Overlooking who they was thumping and chasing
Who knew that that altercation would lead to his expiration, rest in peace

[Hook]
This that shit y’all been missing
This that shit y’all don’t hear no more
This that shit that Hov was kicking
The shit that Pun would’ve spit the night before

This that shit y’all been missing
This that shit y’all don’t hear no more
This that shit that Cube was kicking
The shit that Eazy would’ve spit the night before

This that shit y’all been missing
This that shit y’all don’t hear no more
This that shit that X was kicking
The shit that L would’ve spit the night before

This that shit y’all been missing
This that shit y’all don’t hear no more
This that shit that I’m was kicking
The shit that Nate would’ve sung the night before
Rest in peace

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'Option' Lyrics - Hit-Boy (Ft. Big Sean)
Here is Option Lyrics by Hit-Boy Ft. Big Sean

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
We twisted, yeah nigga we twisted
Got a couple bad bitches
Yeah, you missed it
Her and her sister, keep calling me mister
H-I-T B-O-Y, he so fly, he no lie, too much truth
All I do, makes hits sip a little bit of hundred proof
Young nigga bet a couple hundred, what it do
When I got a couple enemies I haven’t run into
It’ll be problems, yeah it’ll be problems
So I’m celebrating life throwing money in the air
Throwing money in the air, letting them know I don’t care
Got so much flair, like my nigga Chase say
Making bitches say OK
Really ain’t mean to [?]
But I really got to stunt nigga, look this way
I’m fucking Hit-Boy, I’m fucking [?], she fucking Hit-Boy
And you know, you know I’m all about them zeroes
Controlling the game like D. Rose
And making hits for my heroes

[Hook]
We twisted, we fucking twisted
Got a couple bad bitches that wanna get high
They wanna get live(?), they wanna get high
And I don’t even smoke, but my niggas do
So go light up girl, go really get loose
And we can get it going we can take it to the room
Hit her with the get fucked option

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]
I’m rolling, I’m rolling
Knocking bitches down like I’m bowling
Off that Hennessy and Patrón and
Y’all be cuffing hoes y’all patrolling
But it’s OK, it’s OK
Trying to steal my style but it’s no way
And now I’m getting that white money
They chase a nigga like O.J
My jersey, with me nigga
I’m putting on for my team nigga
I’m the quarterback, first string nigga
Straight tossing bitches like flea flickers
These kickers, all turf
Running this field, thats hard work
Fuck all night and I’m all surf
My stock high, what y’all worth?
No benzes, [?]
That front end, spent it
That back end, stacked that
$500 for the snake-skin snapback
And that’s word to my nigga Don C
Updated fresh, what you know about me?
Love having sex with a double dime piece
She a 20 on the scale what you know about [?]?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Fuck these bitch ass niggis
Bitches big-y
Sipping on liquor trying to get a little licky, licky, licky, icky
Sorry ho but I’m picky
Bad white girls and they look like Iggy
Grown ass man do I look like Diggy?
Bend it over on me, can you do it like Nicki?
Pussy all wet, we stay sticky, sticky
Yeah, I lost my mind, bet I won’t lose my money (No)
Picking up change, do I look bum-y? (No)
She keep blowing when the [?] ain’t running
Staying in shape because you know a nigga run it
Me and two Os, yeah that’s one hundred
My nigga ran through the trees rolling with that shotty
Goddammit he think he hunted
I’m going hard, I don’t stop
I’m living life like it’s no cops
She’s taking shots to the head like who the fuck needs Botox
I’m rolling up, I’m rolling out
I don’t know her name, I just know her mouth
Living this life you lame niggas don’t know about
Cuz

[Hook]

[Outro: Big Sean]
And Hit-Boy get these hoes man, aw shit
So damn, nasty, she so nasty
I’m a nasty nigga to though

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Can’t we all get along?
I just wish we all could.
Let’s try to work it out
I think we all should.
I’m getting sick and tired
Of acting all goodie,
Even though it’s all bad.
You know it’s still all good.

Look, ah
They told me ain’t free in life,
But I’m living my life carefree style,
Like someone triple star ?? like dare me.
Douffle bag ain’t carry me.
Models chicks ain’t marry me.
Ain’t shit but I promise you in the future there
Won’t be one me, theree chicks,
Fourplay, five yachts, six planes
Seven flats, eight chains
Nine lives, ten times I’ma kill the hoe
Game accesories compliment, but the outfit it isn’t so tang.
Damn right, this ?? but I’m kissing on something nice
Sometimes I hate myself, But I’s loving life
Do you love your life?
Of pains and prices pretty, someone pull me
Out my misery, yeah I’ll make the mistakes
I’ll make it history.
I’ll keep it on the humble, but the arogance is more fun
Makes you just say the right ?? for the better looking more young
Tell her slow down, give last living more tongue
You know how to bullshit, it’s how you get more done.

Yeah, everybody talk
But I don’t wanna listen.
Yeah, I’m just on vacantion,
But they just started trippin’
You’ve been here just 60 seconds
I’ve been here for a minute
Thanks for y’all can sign,
But let me handle all my business.
Can’t we all just get along?
I wish we all could.
Let’s try to work it out, man
I think we all should.
I’m getting sick and tired
Of acting all goodie,
Even though it’s all bad.
You know it’s still all good.

I got bad bitches and tanned
Watch me play on this piano,
I know you niggers can’t stand them,
But them hoes think you handsome.
Hurt her ass like it’s Ransom.
Did she vanished like she’s Spanish?
Pretty women got fromit.
She look like she from Antaly.
I just came from France
Where French women was just kissing me,
You might not understand me
If your passport looking like ??
I ain’t got no sympathy.
Cooler than a winter breeze. Sell a ??
Don’t shut up, baby girl just sit in sentency.
We never going back to broke again.
We supposed to win, told you from the openning
But you wasn’t focused still.
Then go them hoes again, all over my charger man.
I ain’t Troy, but this roman knew to keep all rolling in.
We getting paper, and we dress so player
Smoking purple when I go.
You would think I was a Laker,
I am balling an this hoes, watch my turn around.
Jadder, and I keep these bitches wet like Reggie Miller
On the ??

Yeah, everybody talk
But I don’t wanna listen.
Yeah, I’m just on vacantion,
But they just started trippin’
You’ve been here just 60 seconds
I’ve been here for a minute
Thanks for y’all can sign,
But let me handle all my business.
Can’t we all just get along?
I wish we all could.
Let’s try to work it out, man
I think we all should.
I’m getting sick and tired
Of acting all goodie,
Even though it’s all bad.
You know it’s still all good.

Look crazy, amazing
I’m racing no pacing, I’m raised the bar
Till I’m 80 someone like Gregie ?? and 80 cars.
Life’s a Macdonald combo meal,
Baby we going large
And I think of my day??
So, you think I’m going hard
I’m going off, but they tell me I’m on.
And I feel this so real,
They tell me that I’m wrong,
You know I’m the redhead, hippy chick
No top, sandals off.
Get up in it, handle this Spanish business
And I’m gone.
Girls tell me too hood, fancy
But I ain’t hood enough, new girls says I’m too good,
Ex-es I ain’t good enough.
I’ll do it all I can to embarass you,
And then do it some more shit.
To ensure in 20 years my son’s still over your kids.
ID says I’m 22, think like I’m 34
Act like I’m 18, dress like I’m buried alive
Feel like I’m very alive, live like I’m ready to die.
Devil look someone hell of a God.

Yeah, everybody talk
But I don’t wanna listen.
Yeah, I’m just on vacantion,
But they just started trippin’
You’ve been here just 60 seconds
I’ve been here for a minute
Thanks for y’all can sign,
But let me handle all my business.
Can’t we all just get along?
I wish we all could.
Let’s try to work it out, man
I think we all should.
I’m getting sick and tired
Of acting all goodie,
Even though it’s all bad.
You know it’s still all good.

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