Lyrics Arizona Zervas – Don’t Hit My Line

Oh they wanna talk now, let em move they lips (lips)
Coming at my neck and, they talking all that shit (shit)
I ain’t really tripping no, I ain’t got the time (time)
But when I blow up, bitch please don’t hit my line

Oh ain’t that funny when I’m down they just lay low
Oh now ain’t it funny they my friend when they say so
Watch em’ come around when I pull up in that range though
Watch em’ come around I start stacking all these pasos
If I like that shit, I gon’ top that shit
I might just flex for fun
If I like that shit, then I invite that bitch
Then I sex her down until she cum
I ain’t no
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bitch don’t be dumb
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club no Forest Gump
It’s just so clean, and I’m with the whole team
Tucked that shit
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then you might get slapped

I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya but you bitches never listen
I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya that your boy been on a mission
I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya but they couldn’t see the vision
I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya now look what you’ve been missin

Oh they wanna talk now, let em move they lips (lips)
Coming at my neck and, they talking all that shit (shit)
I ain’t really tripping no, I ain’t got the time (time)
But when I blow up, bitch please don’t hit my line
Don’t hit my line
Don’t hit my line (don’t hit my line)
Don’t hit my line (don’t hit my line)
Don’t hit my line (don’t hit my line)
Don’t hit my line

Oh ain’t it funny how they talking all that bullshit
Oh now ain’t it funny how they treat me like
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Watch em’ come around when I drop all of my new shit
Watch em’ come around when I pull up in that new whip
I do 3 shows, then I do 3 hoes
Better hope it ain’t your bitch
I see you flexing on the gram with a cup full of gram
But we both know
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You wear fake
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I don’t play baseball but your boy make cents
In my home town now everybody down cause your boy went hard and your boys ain’t shit

I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya but you bitches never listen
I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya that your boy been on a mission
I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya but they couldn’t see the vision
I tried to tell ya, I tried to tell ya now look what you’ve been missin

Oh they wanna talk now, let em move they lips (lips)
Coming at my neck and, they talking all that shit (shit)
I ain’t really tripping no, I ain’t got the time (time)
But when I blow up, bitch please don’t hit my line
Don’t hit my line
Don’t hit my line (don’t hit my line)
Don’t hit my line (don’t hit my line)
Don’t hit my line (don’t hit my line)
Don’t hit my line