Momma I Hit A Lick

Album: Rap or Go to the League (2019)
Charted: 100
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  • (I want it, I want it, I want it-it-it-it)

    Chilly, chilly, chilly, chilly (yeah, what?)
    Wake up, count chilly (what?)
    I'm up, count chilly (up)
    Tell my mama I hit a lick
    Tell my mama I hit a lick (lick)
    Huh, mama, I hit a lick
    Mama, I hit a lick

    I'm comin', baby, send the address
    Progress, never digress (never)
    Your last man didn't passed the fly test (test)
    I eat rappers, no digest, fuck a piece, I want the whole pie graph (yeah)
    Money taller than a giraffe (tall)
    Feng shui by the mic stand, have you ever had two one-night stands? (have you ever?)
    I'm a emperor, very sinister
    Somewhere smokin' on indica (mmm)
    Fox on me like Vivica (mmm)
    I pray for before meals, spiritual
    Rackies by the big face (yeah)
    They want my spot, they wanna switch place (yeah)
    They want the gas, wanna sip Ace (yeah)
    Baow, baow, straight to the face (bow)
    I'm takin' my lawyer the whole briefcase (whole)
    Makin' a play in the police face
    They was like, "Man, he fresh"
    I was like, "Go, DJ" (go)
    When they played your new shit
    I was like, "No, DJ" (no)
    You can go on and skip that
    I buy a house and flip that

    Chilly, chilly (chilly), chilly (chilly), chilly (count it)
    Wake up, count chilly
    I'm up, count chilly
    Tell my mama I hit a lick (hit it)
    Tell my mama I hit a lick
    Huh, mama, I hit a lick
    Mama, I hit a lick

    (Ahh) fall off in this bitch, I ball off in this bitch
    My commas hit the floor, you call off in this bitch
    I threw a hundred more, you stall off in this bitch
    And then I vámonos, applaud me in this bitch
    C-notes, B-notes, P-notes all up in this bitch
    Man, y'all not in this bitch, y'all are not familiar
    Y'all are immigrants, the law not in this bitch
    I, fuck the opp, no competitor
    Got into it with my bitch last night, she was right, but I had to get at her
    Two popped bands and they dance on my waist
    Hit the face, that's the editor
    I don't take pics on a jet, lil' nigga
    This shit regular, G5s all in my backyard
    Sit your roody-poos in the nosebleed
    Now my pockets holding big protein
    Big, big protein (protein)
    I leveled up past Fab Five, your favorite rapper Desperate Housewives
    Playin' with me get you chastised, milk 'em all 'til I'm satisfied
    They didn't fall for it, strategize
    Switch the flow 'cause they know niggas like identity theft
    Oh, you got like me? (say less)
    Oh, you pop like me? (say less)
    Mask keep a nigga (in check)
    Huh, swag keep a nigga (with checks)
    Huh, tags on my wall (success)
    Huh, played the underdog, now flex (now flex)

    Chilly (chilly), chilly (chilly), chilly (chilly), chilly (chilly)
    Wake up, count chilly
    I'm up, count chilly
    Tell my mama I hit a lick (lick)
    Tell my mama I hit a lick
    Mama, I hit a lick
    Mama, I hit a lick

    Mama, I hit a lick
    Mama, I hit a lick Writer/s: Kendrick Duckworth, Pharrell L. Williams, Tauheed Epps
    Publisher: Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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