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• Artiste: King Von
• Titre: Hitman
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DJ on the beat, so it's a banger They call that boy hitman (Huh?), mission complete He runnin' up, hittin' his target (Boom, boom, boom, boom) He gettin' up close, turn that boy to a ghost (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) He should be labelled a marksman He set his whole block on fire like arson (Grrah, grrah) So don't tryna be Clark Kent (Nah) Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (Huh?) Three hundred, but he's not a Spartan (Boom, boom) They call that boy hitman (What?), mission complete He runnin' up, hittin' his target (Boom, boom) He gettin' up close (Huh?), turn that boy to a ghost He should be labelled a marksman (Yeah, yeah) He set his whole block on fire like arson (Grrah, grrah) So don't tryna be Clark Kent (Come here) Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (Huh?) Three-hundred, but he's not a Spartan (Boom, boom) They call that boy hitman See, I'm in the streets, and they in the way like a speed hump (Boom, drill) I jumped off that porch and started smokin' shit (Boom) Keep a stick on me like a tree trunk (Boom, boom) I been drillin' shit for a long time (Long time) I turned this shit into a hobby, nigga (Uh-huh) He was tryna make it to the NBA (What?) And I was tryna catch me a body, nigga (Boom, boom, boom) Coolin' with gang and some older niggas, they was showin' me how to move (How to move) Catch me on the block, totin' mops to slide on the opps when I'm not at school Lurk and caught a nigga then I rocked his ass (Slide, ride) By the third shot, hollows dropped his ass (Boom, boom) I stood over him and then I sparked his ass They done ran, take the brown box his ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Like what's up now? He should never lacked with his goofy ass (Nah) They done came back and tried to slide for 'em (Bitch ass nigga) But they missed, what the fuck was they shootin' at? (Huh?) I be shootin' them niggas, ain't shootin' back (Boom) He ain't movin', I think he in cardiac (Boom, boom) Got some niggas locked up in Pontiac Take the soul out his chest, he ain't comin' back (Boom, boom) They call that boy hitman (Huh?), mission complete He runnin' up, hittin' his target (Boom, boom, boom, boom) He gettin' up close, turn that boy to a ghost (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) He should be labelled a marksman He set his whole block on fire like arson (Grrah, grrah) So don't tryna be Clark Kent (Nah) Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (Huh?) Three hundred, but he's not a Spartan (Boom, boom) They call that boy hitman (What?), mission complete He runnin' up, hittin' his target (Boom, boom) He gettin' up close (Huh?), turn that boy to a ghost He should be labelled a marksman (Yeah, yeah) He set his whole block on fire like arson (Grrah, grrah) So don't tryna be Clark Kent (Come here) Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (Huh?) Three-hundred, but he's not a Spartan (Boom, boom) They call that boy hitman