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Himothy Chung - 4 for 4 Ft. Headhuncho Amir, Zeethewizard, & Bizzzythahustla (FAST)
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Escucha 4 For 4 (feat. Headhuncho Amir, Bizzzythahustla & Zeethewizard) - Single de Himothy Chung
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Himothy Chung
Himothy Chung
Rap
HeadHuncho Amir
HeadHuncho Amir
Rap
Bizzzythahustla
Bizzzythahustla
Rap
Zeethewizard
Zeethewizard
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Steven Nguyen
Steven Nguyen
Songwriter:in
Amir Lucky
Amir Lucky
Songwriter:in
Brian Goodman
Brian Goodman
Songwriter:in
Marcus Princeton Wesley
Marcus Princeton Wesley
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Stroyouagenius
Stroyouagenius
Produzent:in

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Ayy, let me say that over, stro you a genius
Bitch gon' do whatever I tell her, like a frisbee
When I'm talkin' P-talk, I politic with Bizzy
Wiz in the yo with me, he know that I'ma walk a beat
Fifty-three bows on the floor, and they all cheap
Plane' Jane or the AP, you must know Himothy
Count paper till I fall asleep, this shit gettin' to me
Gave out turkeys to my hood, I feel like Nino
I know a **** finesse you out them bows, he like Rico
Never touch white, I fuck with green, shit like Cee-Lo
4E, 2700, this a cheat code
Can't let kinfolk come around the rappers, he like Deebo
Looked inside my stash, remember I started out with zero
So I been movin' low-key, servin' on the low
But I ain't tryna miss a beat, been thuggin' with my heat
Let me know if you tryna bump in me
Better move swift, what you thought
This ain no meet n greet, **** want a dub for that hat
I'ma send a receipt, get a **** touched while I'm in Cali
I got real reach, pop it on you ****
Turn me up, cause they was all asleep
Roll that dope, all damn weak, in a white tee
Blunt stuff, got a **** geek, bitch, I might be
Feelin' like Gucci in 06, I'm rockin' double G's
Free Tyrell, free baby, free JT
Let a **** speak on double M, put him on the T
Got a whole load, you ain't no plug, you servin' out a P
Yeah, I make brick money right off of the glass
If you want the sauce, pay the fee, I teach the class
Couple streams on income, yeah, I'm just tryna last
Legit money slow, yeah, street money fast
Brand new benz for my bitch, came with a bag
Buy the whole store, I remember checkin' tags
If the labels want me, then they come in with a bag
I know what I'm worth, yeah, I ain't gotta brag
Three, four cars and none of them bitches rented
Plug just called, bout the load, I told them send it
Cook the work fast, I'll be done in some minutes
Face card golden, know I'm doin' good business
Can't have them people in my business, I've been movin' smarter
Pull up, park the spaceship in the driveway, used to ride the charter
I've been kickin' **** out the gym just like I'm Coach Carter
Remember, they ain't wanna us in a game, now all my **** starters
**** claim they havin' real motion, fakin' for the gram
I been havin' motion since a kid just go and ask around
I won't fuck the bitch, she ain't a ten, I'm just gon' turn her down
**** cuffin' bitches, we ain't savin, boy, these **** clown
How this **** havin' real motion, flexin' 20,000
White bitch, thick lil' shit, look like Ronda Rousey
Got a **** drowsy, I been gettin' racks, I'm chasin' sacks
Just like my name, McClowny, feel like a star
They love the Wiz, they play my shit in Florida
I got real plugs, they love the kid, they stay across the border
I got clientele, what you can't tell, just come and place your order
Migo send them back, we pushin' packs, they come across the water
She like, can you pay for me some bundles, ain't payin' for none
But you mr 27 hundred, bitch, that don't mean none
She like, can I come and chill with you, bitch, I'm gettin' some money
Friends say, why the fuck I deal with you, cause I keep it a hundred
Bitch, could I let name for you get cut, I'll put you on that list
Man, cause I just fucked you down real good and I don't like the kiss
Ain't nobody popped up on the news, so how they pay for hits
Bitch, thought I was Kendrick as she puttin' in my midst
Riding in that, come and catch me, get behind me, you see some dirt
I would call myself The Voice, wait before I heard the dirt
Jumped inside this rap shit to get out, I pray to God it work
You the type of **** she go to sleep, you goin' in her purse
I'm a type of **** postin' that dough, get off me some shirts
Bro say he might stop hustling, that fifth time they done hit the clerk
Talks a bitch, she like the organ, told her, man, this ain't gon' work
Why that boy be kept on waste? Pussy boy, that ain't your work
Stro you a genius
Written by: Amir Lucky, Brian Goodman, Marcus Princeton Wesley, Steven Nguyen

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