paroles de chanson Hitman - Lil Keed , Young Stoner Life Records

My hitman, don't take a day off
My hitman, don't take a day off
My hitman, don't take a day off
My hitman, don't take a day off
Yeah, this drum is a 808
And its sitting on the bottom of a 308 (huh)
I don't really know how to argue
But you know I eat beef, Imma kill the altercation
Yeah Im drippin, I style on these mothafuckas
All this jewelry, I can't hide from ya baby mother
She a real headhunter, she eat the rubber
Too more cuban links on me, my neck is cluttered
Told my daughter don't worry, you know you covered
She be jumpin on bed with the Fendi covers
I got rid of them boys who ain't really love me
Now you can't call bout your fucking money

Yeah, I'm too blessed for em
So I went went and got rich
I go the Rolls truck, yeah the Cullinan
Yeah, when I feel like I can PO the bitch
Yeah, they know i'm hard as it get
Im as hard as a brick, came from the bricks
Yeah, a rap n dissin get hit with the stick
It'll be more than a run that you split, yeah
Why do these ns be hating on this shit
They know i'm on top of the ledge
Yeah, I put the hood on my back
Then went and took me a rest
365, how many times a young n changed up the risk
Yeah, I can't even count how many times
You came right back to my dick

Okay Let's go
My hitman, don't take a day off
My hitman, don't take a day off
My hitman, don't take a day off
My hitman, don't take a day off
Yeah, this drum is a 808
And its sitting on the bottom of a 308 (huh)
I don't really know how to argue
But you know I eat beef, Imma kill the altercation

No cap, I style on these mothafuckas
Drop a 30 in the mall, I'm switching buckets
F&N's that I'm toting, it'll kill discussion
And these slimes I run with, they'll kill your buddies
7 shooters round me, yeah I'm real lucky
Michael Vick with my dogs, it'll can get ugly
200 thousand on bullets, man fuck it
Put that fye in his mouth, tell him suck it
It can be a face shot
Yeah, these ns want beef
Yeah, really nuthin to talk bout
None but these slimes when I pop out
Wides and shit, ain't nothing bigger
I'm making one call he get shot like a missile
I'm in the bank with so many M's
Young n with figures, they calling me mister
They send the drop and it's dead drop
All my lil patnas them serve raw
Came from the drum no roll, was stuck in the back like a pedal
My folks ain't doing no talking (shh, shh), yeah they better
Yeah big chopstick, yeah F&N
Nah, ain't nun but riddles

My hitman, don't take a day off
My hitman, don't take a day off
My hitman, don't take a day off
My hitman, don't take a day off
Yeah, this drum is a 808
And its sitting on the bottom of a 308 (huh)
I don't really know how to argue
But you know I eat beef, Imma kill the altercation