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gtf official – hitman كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: synapse]
stabbin’ it, stabbin’ it, stabbin’ it
puttin’ it into the back of the
back of the cabinet
copping a feeling so imma just hop in it
popping off loud like we on proper sh-t ay
i am the robber that shoot ay
i feel like running it too ay
i don’t wanna be here with you
but if it come to money
i’ll put it past you
what is the deal with the pop
baby my k!lling won’t stop
filling my cannon and filling that bag again
pull off for nothin ain’t gaining no pity here
make up my mind of a better year
face blue i be shedding a couple tears
my eyes i wanna see the f-
teeth on the curb feet in the dirt
grit on my knuckles you feeling that burn
teeth on the curb feet in the dirt
weight on my body i feel insecure

[verse 2: perkdaddy]
stake out a hottie i’m feeling the curves
make her feel naughty i rip off her shirt
take out a body i’m digging in dirt
i race down the lobby sprinting and spurts
committing murder feeding the sirs
seeding the curse i’m pleading the first
while reading this verse i’m feeding this urge
for leading a purge now in my ferrari
feeling the burst
i look through your lies
infrared now look at my eyes
turning red i’m hearing your cries
in your bed hearing bells in my head
ringing across these bars as i tread
using my heart as my leg but
i’m loosing my arms and my legs
trying to pick it apart jumps in my car
revving it hard driving it far
flipping a cop off on the roof top
while popping off the top of a soda pop
swerving like a b-tch in a crop top
‘fore the cop stops me tries to pop me
but i flip it around i put him in the backseat
of a tacky taxi with an iraqi
slim f-cka will take him and put him in a sack
and throw him in the black sea yuh

[chorus: slim f-cka]
they on us like a hitman
don’t give us sh-t man
it’s lit man don’t quit man
they counterfeit
they on us like a hitman
don’t give us sh-t man
it’s lit man don’t quit man
don’t take a hit
they on us like a hitman
don’t give us sh-t man
it’s lit man don’t quit man
don’t throw a fit

[verse 3: tw33t]
i’m standing at the top
you live under a rock
i’m calling you patrick
call me hugh jackman
all these dubs i be takin’
you can call a motherf-cking hat trick
get me all heated ’til i blast
send all those stupid rappers to the past
we’re all gonna fade out but i’ll be the last
i’m not saying you need to f-cking rap fast
b-tch step to me and you’ll see what i mean
tw33t they write your lyrics
you pay their fee i only rap the sh-t made by me
man f-ck your lyrics they can suck my d-ck
cause i don’t need people calling me the sh-t
i live in the suburbs drive my suburban
drinking my bourbon wake up in the morning
and i open my curtain see a naked b-tch
and she’s saying “quit lurking”

[verse 4: dub-k]
if there’s one thing a hard
motherf-cker learns on the streets
it’s how to flip a storage locker
at nineteen dollars and put the profits
in a fund to found his empire of beats
picking and flipping
my profit game be crippling
i f-cked up berry weiss cause his
bidding method slippin’
next time he’ll think twice
cause he knows that i’m the kingpin
he tried to hold my mission
for which i’d been commissioned
find my grandma’s missing rare tiffany
and company chrysanthemum
sterling suturing
she lost it fifty years ago
but she’s still circulating
no time for slurping up that phone
no time for masturbating
if you trynna outbid me
i hope you like awareness
air it live on a&e
i’ll beat you f-cking senseless
when storage units are abandoned
bidding wars begin
and dub-k turns a little ving drill
into half a mil and a brand new grill
celebrate with a drink and a little blue pill (sold!)
if there’s something you can learn
from gtf’s new hit it’s that you
shouldn’t f-ck with dub-k
when he’s on his flip sh-t
you ain’t got time to throw a fit
cause i’m on you like a hitman

[verse 5: slim f-cka]
yo, yo this next verse
this next verse though
it’s f-ckin’ mediocre
yo, we do it for the groupies
but you know they acting radical
fanatical animals need to take a sabbatical
it’s like hannibal yo they trynna eat us alive
cause we striving for greatness
and we thrive on the stages
but now we famous and you know
we got the nameless shameless m-sses
got mol-sses on our -sses man
they tenacious oh voracious
it’s outrageous need to take a hiatus
but you know they can’t stop the greatest

- gtf official

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