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YFN Lucci – Hit 'Em Up

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исполнитель YFN Lucci

правообладатель Warner Music Group Think It's A Game/Warner Records

жанр Рэп

длительность 00:30

размер 6.98 MB

битрейт 320 kbps

загружено Warner Music Group

Hit 'Em Up
00:30
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up Don’t make me broad day 'em Don’t make me broad day 'em Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up They ain’t gonna make me broad day 'em They ain’t gonna make me broad day 'em I been playin' kibbies Feed 'em to my man I hope my man eat 'em, huh Come holla at ya mans I got them things cheaper, huh We got off-white, tan, Molly, for the giggles Aye, Rollie on me freezing Dolce jersey, Derek Jeter Two sticks and one Desert Eagle Can’t find you, we get your people Them was for my dead people I see dead people I got a closet full of nothin' but old dead people I got some problems I take my problems out on their people I got no problem with shootin' it out I don’t give no damn I got no problem with shootin' it out I don’t give no damn I got a whole 100 rounds And I pray it don’t jam (Yeah) Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up Don’t make me broad day 'em Don’t make me broad day 'em Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up They ain’t gonna make me broad day 'em They ain’t gonna make me broad day 'em Put 1 karat in my nose 3 karats in the ear If I put like 6 karats on him, he gon' disappear I’m givin' out, I’m sendin' out gifts Sendin' moms an ear We maskin' up like it’s Halloween Every day of the year I’m comin' off the hip You know, we’ll toss the shrimp We eat lobster, lot of pasta, real mobster, them You know my pop’s a pimp You know my mom’s like Brazil Got a crib in Austell And it’s only for the mail, and I be high as hell I could probably smoke a bale (Say ooh) You know that runch, it’s got a different smell Leave him there, let him smell Never ever leave a trail (Fuck nigga) He ain’t get a chance to tell (Aye pussy nigga) 'Cause I just hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up Don’t make me broad day 'em Don’t make me broad day 'em Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up They ain’t gonna make me broad day 'em They ain’t gonna make me broad day 'em
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