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Lirik Lagu Hittman (wrekless) – I Found Out


By: Admin | Artist: H hittman wrekless | Published: 2024-14-05T12:55:28:00+07:00
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[intro: hitman]
(chipmunk voice)
-puff puff- this sh-t hit beegee

[beegee]
(chipmunk voice)
aye, bro chill. get to the track though my n-gga

[verse 1: hitman]
(i be on that high sh-t)
i found out that b-tches ain’t loyal, n-gga i’m over it
swear she’s hot to the touch, but i’m like her oven mitt
cause i know how to handle
all her friends i made examples
i k!lled the p-ssy, k!lled the smell with a swag candle
look, my n-gga i’m on… whole eighth to myself
whole eighth with the bros, no eighth for the hoes
i got too much, woah for them b-tches; overload
i’m just into my performances, smoke and count my os
wrekless representative, i bang it like the set
throw it up, i’m showing up everytime you heard i was next
i don’t slack, b-tch i rap; you n-ggas whack i feel that deeply
talkin’ sh-t but in my face use (you’re) a fan, n-gga that’s creepy
ahh, what the f-ck is going on around my side of town
look, them haters keep my laughing fam i love these f-ckin’ clowns
look at me now, look at me frowm; mad swag is how i get down
we the best, i’m on one-b-tch don’t duck, but shots come around
ahh, get used to this life i live, yo’ brain is satisfying
lose your breath everytime we s-x, baby girl is dying
i love the way she get on top and ride me like a stallion
she need some kind of reward, crown or medallion

[verse 2: beegee]
n-ggas… be stalkin’ b-tches in the club
i’m on that hard sh-t with a b-tch, i came to get it up
velcro type of n-gga, cause my att-tude just got her stuck
and yes, my conscious is a virgin, cause i just don’t give a f-ck
spark the bleether, hit that sh-t and thump the ashes on her b-tt
i’m done with the f-ckin’ conversation, trynna get a nut
i call my b-tches 2k, cause i play ’em everyday
i’m all about the struggle, but i’m rappin’ like i got it made
i hope you got the memo, i’m about to go national
i let a hatin’ n-gga talk, his thoughts are so irrational
sever n-ggas with the verse, precision is so tactical
i’m on that super star; sparkle sparkle it’s so magical
k!llin’ these n-ggas with the bars, the style is so imperative
around the b-tches i be cool, around them you’re embarr-ssin’
runnin’ up on this track, because a n-gga has endurance
peep the style, this is wrekless, now you’re useless like insurance

[verse 3: hitman]
look, word to my n-gga otis; i’m smithers-smitty
downtown on a dime for her “h-llo, kitty”
b-tches wantin’ my committee like some brand new t-tties
moments never have a name ’til i pull out my jimmy
i be off that freaky deaky until they comfortable
then i’m in your wallet, give me paper like i’m punchin’ holes
don’t like when it’s fishy; no tuna c-sserole
wrekless n-ggas addin’ up, swag mathematical

[verse 4: jet 2]
n-gga, d-ck-head f-ck you i got ambition
y’all n-ggas sittin’, sittin’ might as well be convalescent
art of ambition just as long as the watch is tickin’
clock is tickin’, f-ck the b-tches gettin’ in the way of the paper chase
whip, you see the light in me, n-gga i could be a switch
hitman put money on they head, cause now we got ’em on the hitlist
lyrics paint just like we drew it, if they ain’t signin’ they stupid
them other n-ggas the triads and wrekless be the yakuzas n-gga
they don’t kick it like we kick it, n-gga you pooch it n-gga
you sewage, n-gga we music, n-gga we do this, n-gga
thought you knew this, n-gga like who them n-ggas?
a group of spitters, wrekless post like eviction notice
delivery move them n-ggas
crew full of grinders, all we do is think of rails
stick to the music while the b-tches stick to us guess we some nails
i got a fail at multi-tasksing while on the paper
cause i’m way too one track minded to think of failure, n-gga

[verse 5: hitman]
i’m from where going in is never a problem
so if a rival feelin’ froggy, i got n-ggas to pause him
thinkin’ they icy, i defrost ’em
give a f-ck what it cost ’em
turn ’em to water, i go harder; grown sh-t, i’m a father
and on my unborn daughter, aka why n-ggas bother?
i ain’t got no time to bother, cause yo mom’s up in the shower
honesty hour, i just take it down, baby twin towers
then right back to the shower, you feel me p-ssy is power

[outro: hitman]
(chipmunk voice)
ahh.. haha ha p-ssy is power?
you right, so i’m finna get some right after this track
whoop!
whoop!!
wrekless… haha uhh, uhh
my n-gga… my n-gga hitman, my n-gga beegee… jet 2? ha
wrekless, check this, no guest-list
swag, swag, swag, swag, whooo


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