DT Hitz - Cruisin' lyrics

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DT Hitz - Cruisin' lyrics

[Hook: Zig Zag] Cruisin' down Jefferson All my n***as finna win You know how the f** it go I be counting all this f**ing dough We be rolling so deep Fitted down to my feet You cappin', n***a get smoked Boy you know how the f** it goes [Verse 1: Zig Zag] Boy it's only I like Cyclops You n***as washed up like eyedrops Loving everything that I drop Boy switch up this b**h like wife swap Motherf**ing n***as wanna talk sh** Guess these motherf**ing n***as must have lost it You got another problem, n***a better f**ing solve 'em Better get it worked out like cross-fit n***as getting so faded off this Never see myself sitting in an office They say I got it back I never lost it Boy I spit sick sh** like a cough, b**h Man hello, hello hear the echo, echo From a fly a** girl she be yellow, hello Man no discrimination, shots to the face and Coming off as a nice fellow? Hell no Man its only me and my n***as On some G sh**, man it's like 3 of us n***as But they know me in this b**h, so we deep in this b**h Homie don't blink it'll be 15 other n***as, man We be chillin' boy, Nap-Town all the way down to Illinois Fort Weezy see me on TV Little n***as wanna be me, tell em' be easy, see me... [Hook: Zig Zag] Cruisin' down Jefferson All my n***as finna win You know how the f** it go I be counting all this f**ing dough We be rolling so deep Fitted down to my feet You cappin', n***a get smoked Boy you know how the f** it goes Cruisin' down Jefferson All my n***as finna win You know how the f** it go I be counting all this f**ing dough [Verse 2: Zig Zag] My Style is accepted That money collected Her body electric This life is selective If i say the word, then that sh** be the truth So you better respect it That sh** is expected Don't give me that fake sh** that lame sh** Your a** get rejected you get re-directed Cuz I'm unaffected by homies and girls that be hating on me Man they getting neglected My crew man we all be connected I'm flipping these words you would think I'm dyslexic We roll 30 deep if my n***as get tested Then hop in an '04 Intrepid We gone in a second I'm reppin my town like I just got elected And I'm copping top cuz you know where I'm headed She t**ng so hard, she look epileptic, yeah I'm loosing my mind And this music divine And we Cruisin', we fine In the news and on vine You gone see me just proving these rhymes gone be using your time. BOY If you extra then leave me alone Don't be asking to see what I'm on Probably just making these beats all alone Otherwise you catch me when I'm... [Hook: Zig Zag]

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