Contactez-nous

• Artiste: $NOT
• Titre: Hitman
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
This, I'ma call this song "Hitman" Yuh, that's hard Nigga, you don't know where I'm going today I gotta get money, I gotta get paid Yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go) Nigga, you don't know where I'm going today I gotta get ready, so give me two days Maybe three days 'cause I gotta get big I'm dressed in all black with no mask on my face I come out the 'Burban, I shoot you broad-day I'm runnin' away 'til I find me a place This is my hideaway, getaway spot (Don't tell) Can't show no one, they might go send the drop (Shh) Don't you tell nobody now You gon' me up there with God If you don't watch your mouth (Shut up) I don't got no bands, so I sleep on the couch That nigga a rat and his daddy a mouse I feel like Rick Ross 'causе I know I'm a boss Fuck everybody that stand in my way I'm callin' my hitman, you dyin' today My choppa came out and I know that shit gay So many bodiеs, it scratch out the face So many racks, I might buy out the bank Pour up some pink but inside of the cup Don't give a damn, bitch, I just wanna fuck Ex-hoes and ex-hoes, I just want some love I mix my emotions with some type of drugs She sniffin' that white, I call it "angel dust" Bentleys, Bentaygas, whatever the truck Put your head down, nigga, duck Almost got hit 'cause you lucky One step away, you gon' turn to a dummy These bitches don't keep it real, they not gon' mean it They not gon' keep it real 'cause they dreamin' Ice on my neck, I might go anemic Fuck around, I might show you my demons