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Let it hit Video (MV)




Performed By: Andy Cypress
Featuring: Vaughnyxocho35
Language: English
Length: 2:03
Written by: stanley vaughn, andy shaya




Andy Cypress - Let it hit Lyrics
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[ Featuring Vaughnyxocho35 ]

(On the road to Zion what you selling what you buying)
(Pressure on my eyes, dilated, ill-advised)
(Sign of the times, business plans, tryna slide)
(They say that it's worth it never fair, but this shit mine)
I can't let the love blind me, I can't let the hate define me
Give my hands to the psyche hands, she see light inside me
Product of the game but ain't corrupted, give a f*ck who sign me
Ima sign myself and make a sale, you know where to find me
Carpal tunnel, steady got that shit from tryna keep my grip
Can't loosen up myself in public, lately I can't trust a bitch
Or even trust myself to make the right decision, call it quits
You inspire me to be nothing like you, my love is stiff
He ain't got no soul like me, I put it on my mamas kids
Head up on a swivel, paranoid but know the bag gon live
I don't give a f*ck and the f*ck don't give me
Fake shit gon circle round the globe, bet it miss me
I just let the love run it's course in this bitch
Midas touch in me, gold checks let it hit
Mama I just wanna shine, get it how you live
Yeah my pupils dilated, change on me I can't miss
I just let the love run it's course in this bitch
Midas touch in me, gold checks let it hit
Mama I just wanna shine, get it how you live
Yeah my pupils dilated, change on me I can't miss
Pounds full of doety, riding with the .40
If you getting to the blue cheese can you show me
If it go tiktok, that is not a rollie
Haters get shit on, hoes get pissed on
Valleyside big don, chest full of teflon
Got these rappers shook, grab the Tora, Bible, or Quran
Coppin new bape, getting face out in Hong Kong
If he a opp we at his door like "ding dong"
She bouncing on my ding dong, cause she love my rap songs
And she looking right, so you know i'm tryna do wrong
Bitch nigga go long, joints like foot longs
Playing with a microphone killer, now you dead wrong
I just let the love run it's course in this bitch
Midas touch in me, gold checks let it hit
Mama I just wanna shine, get it how you live
Yeah my pupils dilated, change on me I can't miss
I just let the love run it's course in this bitch
Midas touch in me, gold checks let it hit
Mama I just wanna shine, get it how you live
Yeah my pupils dilated, change on me I can't miss
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(On the road to Zion what you selling what you buying)
(Pressure on my eyes, dilated, ill-advised)
(Sign of the times, business plans, tryna slide)
(They say that it's worth it never fair, but this shit mine)
I can't let the love blind me, I can't let the hate define me
Give my hands to the psyche hands, she see light inside me
Product of the game but ain't corrupted, give a f*ck who sign me
Ima sign myself and make a sale, you know where to find me
Carpal tunnel, steady got that shit from tryna keep my grip
Can't loosen up myself in public, lately I can't trust a bitch
Or even trust myself to make the right decision, call it quits
You inspire me to be nothing like you, my love is stiff
He ain't got no soul like me, I put it on my mamas kids
Head up on a swivel, paranoid but know the bag gon live
I don't give a f*ck and the f*ck don't give me
Fake shit gon circle round the globe, bet it miss me
I just let the love run it's course in this bitch
Midas touch in me, gold checks let it hit
Mama I just wanna shine, get it how you live
Yeah my pupils dilated, change on me I can't miss
I just let the love run it's course in this bitch
Midas touch in me, gold checks let it hit
Mama I just wanna shine, get it how you live
Yeah my pupils dilated, change on me I can't miss
Pounds full of doety, riding with the .40
If you getting to the blue cheese can you show me
If it go tiktok, that is not a rollie
Haters get shit on, hoes get pissed on
Valleyside big don, chest full of teflon
Got these rappers shook, grab the Tora, Bible, or Quran
Coppin new bape, getting face out in Hong Kong
If he a opp we at his door like "ding dong"
She bouncing on my ding dong, cause she love my rap songs
And she looking right, so you know i'm tryna do wrong
Bitch nigga go long, joints like foot longs
Playing with a microphone killer, now you dead wrong
I just let the love run it's course in this bitch
Midas touch in me, gold checks let it hit
Mama I just wanna shine, get it how you live
Yeah my pupils dilated, change on me I can't miss
I just let the love run it's course in this bitch
Midas touch in me, gold checks let it hit
Mama I just wanna shine, get it how you live
Yeah my pupils dilated, change on me I can't miss
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Writer: stanley vaughn, andy shaya
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