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[Intro: Hit-Boy] Half-A-Milly Been to much in the breeze too far Ain't nothing we can't do, we go hard, yeah [Verse 1: Hit-Boy] Smoke, smoke, bitch Finna text the addie, bring a close friend, yeah Young nigga had a close car, put it out one time It was no talk Hit it and she ain't gettin' no call Ain't too many niggas prayin' that I don't fall That's the main reason I'm gon' ball I'ma get it eitherway it go, underground or radio Pullin' off in Chevys and Durango I make a freak bitch wake up and change clothes I need space, hoe Let me get it breathin', pimpin' in my blood Since Nas did "Ether" Crack a bitch over a cold slice of pizza I'm young HB, it's nice to meet ya And you ain't never seen a nigga like this The second you catch a nut, I catch a second win, yeah That's just how a young nigga live, yeah 5:30AM, we still lit, yeah [?] to the backwood, keep it lit, yeah In the bed, playing with the pigeon on the [?], yeah Locked in, we can't miss We don't connect, cause we ain't on the same shit Rate the flex, I been on the same kick When we talking bout the numbers forth, it ain't big [Chorus: Hit-Boy & Dom Kennedy] Been to much in the breeze too far Ain't nothing we can't do, we go hard, yeah Been to much in the breeze too far Ain't nothing we can't do, we go hard, yeah We go... [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] Her game just as smooth as me on this We just met though, how we gon' kiss I'm like, no, no, bitch Let's meet at the Turner, bring a close friend She don't even fuck with bananas though But pull my pants down, than I roll up People knockin' on the door, I'm like: "So what?" Baby, you fine, but I really can't bless you I have a lot of girls already, no extras Locked in, we can't miss I only talk about who I already hit She been advanced since 2010 Hit it and I don't get no calls She like: "Shut the fuck up, Dom. It's your fault" I'm at the blackjack table, holding both cards That's why I'm leavin' by myself in that golf cart You ain't never seen a nigga like this The second you catchin' up, I'm catchin' my second win Ain't really nothing out here, that we ain't did When we talkin' bout the numbers forth, it ain't big (When we talkin' bout the numbers forth, it ain't big, big When we talkin' bout the numbers forth Numbers forth, it ain't big)
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Credits
- Writers
- Half-A-Mil
- DOM KENNEDY
- Hit-Boy