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Hitman & Jet 2
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On Call
Yeah... 2 a.m., my nigga; too early for that bullshit... fuck
Flow creative, you're not adjacent Yo' shit ain't bangin', my nigga face it Try and compare to me, boy I'll leave you face-less You can't be irregular when yo' shit is basic Find a replacement, never been the case since I've been chasin' After my thoughts like my intellect and mind are racin' Audi 5, 000, bitch I'm kinda crazy, someone cage me I broke a couple hearts, I'll never ask you why you hate me
Fuck it, let's take it there like here With the letter 'T' in the front Don't front, cause you most likely would end up gettin' crossed With two left feet when you're dancin' with the stars They couldn't catch the beat when they found me on Mars Puttin' in work like they got me on call Puttin' in work like they got me on call They don't want war when the package too raw (mutha fucka whussup)
Look... Jet on the production, boy yo' shit ain't nothin' Yo' chick been on my dick, we might as well be fuckin' I know if you just like her, couldn't wife her end discussion It's crazy how you background niggas always frontin' I'm in a crew where my views are perfectly angled So you perfectly strangled, ride out like fuckin' Durangos Fast like Usain Bolt, or Yohan Blake, yo nigga's a mango I touch it right, it look like she doin' the tango, yeah
Fuck it, let's take it there like here With the letter 'T' in the front Don't front, cause you most likely would end up gettin' crossed With two left feet when you're dancin' with the stars They couldn't catch the beat when they found me on Mars Puttin' in work like they got me on call Puttin' in work like they got me on call They don't want war when the package too raw (mutha fucka whussup)
I got a issue competin' with niggas soft as tissue My brodie told me to never sweat it when niggas diss you Probably just jealous of yo' position, ain't had to listen To all irrelevance even if it's a longer mission
Hitman, tell 'em it's all commitment in our defenses They all defenseless, we wash the dishes and Palmolive 'em Easy greasy like oil, we boil y'all good riddens Umm, clean plates, no longer a hard decision
Man you so right, like good cooch, I'm so tight On the mic we spazz overnight 'til that shit pass 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Then go rock a show, all cash Break bread with my peeps And I always keep it one hundred so I never have to sneak, ooh
And if she tell me that the head right I'll be there everyday, every night If she tell me that the head right I'll be there everyday, every night
Fuck it, let's take it there like here With the letter 'T' in the front Don't front, cause you most likely would end up gettin' crossed With two left feet when you're dancin' with the stars They couldn't catch the beat when they found me on Mars Puttin' in work like they got me on call Puttin' in work like they got me on call They don't want war when the package too raw (mutha fucka whussup)
Black boy, eff the tabloids With large space bars, you could play an asteroid When I see you in the crowd, make mad noise We fill her out like an app, not an android Ever played handball with an anvil And missed the handball and hit the damn anvil Then you wondered what you would be doin' if you didn't play? Fuckin' wit' Wrekless wrong, that's how that feels Runnin' the globe at a standstill like a treadmill Crashin' with money is like NFL how we ram-bills In the air with the wings of a buffalo, I still land still Murderin' verses proves a sweetheart can kill Shit, I'm better than what you seen like a cam reel Filmin' me and Suzie as I show her the damn dill Pickle as I tickle her inner-cell with no sickle I'm cold as an icicle I sickle well Enough for hell to sizzle over as she rides like a bicycle With a little more balance, a tricycle But as fast as Tyson goes In the hundred to keep it one hundred like four quarters I'm boucin' in them walls and all four corners I'm feelin' like Fuck it, let's take it there like here With the letter 'T' in the front Don't front, cause you most likely would end up gettin' crossed With two left feet when you're dancin' with the stars They couldn't catch the beat when they found me on Mars Puttin' in work like they got me on call Puttin' in work like they got me on call They don't want war when the package too raw (mutha fucka whussup)
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