Future - HiTek Tek (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Future - HiTek Tek (en) Lyrics
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Yeah-yeah
Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah
Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah
Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah
Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah
Thick lil' shit, yeah-yeah
I'm gettin' my money, yeah-yeah
I'm gettin' this rich, yeah-yeah
Straight out the crib, yep
I'm straight out the trench, yep
The trench of the trench (Woo)
The drank on the floor
I started, I pour
But not no more
Hop in that go-go-go-Ghost,
I'm on go mode
We drivin' every single car you
want, send in the dope, ho
She like to ride when I go
jugg, I got a dope ho
Make me sing to your bitch, K-Ci, JoJo
Every day, every night, go to the moon
All of my niggas geeked up in the room
Paradise, shoot my one and two
Astronaut takin' off, I
got the proof (Yeah)
Perky medics (Yeah, yeah)
Head from Becky (Yeah, yeah)
Gold baguetties (Yeah, yeah)
Gold presi' (Yeah, yeah)
I be down in Houston like
Kareem, I'm a rocket
Drank the drank and popped a
couple beans, now I'm cocky
Came through the game and took
that shit like I was robbin'
Chain rings, earrings, please
proceed with cautions
Courtside, I'm sittin' at the game
with a Glock in my pocket
All my niggas bang, brr,
clear out the cartridge
Go inside of Chanel store
and start poppin'
I told you, I'm rollin'
off a bean like Scotty
Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah (Big ol' jet)
Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah
(Big ass bitch)
I'm gettin' my money, yeah-
yeah (Hi-Tech Tech)
I'm straight out the crib
I'm straight out the trench, yup
I'm straight out the trench
Yeah, I fill up a cup with
that red and I know it might
kill me (Hi-Tech Tech)
I throwed on the animal print
and it got me bougie
I sold my coke in the cold,
the sweater was Coogi
I can't forget my bros,
we make a zoovie
I am not supposed to be fuckin'
these bitches, they jockin'
my dick on the low
I got her on lean (Woo), I
got her on beans (Woo)
She down to my team, man, I'm
cuttin' up a ring, man
Fully loaded magazines, shout
out to the gangland
And I can't even sleep
I been already geeked for seven days
Put the wood on that Banshee
I position her more than seven ways
I got black cards and Visas,
I'm gettin' paid
I'm sittin' in the dark,
ain't got shades
Take all the tablets and go to space
Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah
(Big ol' bitch)
Hi-Tech Tech
Hi-Tech Tech, Hi-Tech Tech (Yeah-yeah)
Hi-Tech Tech (Yeah-yeah)
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