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hitman holla - control da room lyrics

[intro: hitman holla]
they gon’ like this one

[verse 1: hitman holla]
uh, left the glocks at the crib, brought the f&ns
ain’t gon’ be here for that long, i’m just steppin’ in
if you don’t like what he reppin’, then go press him then
call who and say what? ain’t no checkin’ in
“hitman ain’t got no paper,” that’s a wild statement
i buy everythin’ cash, what’s a down payment?
every beat new flow, switch the style cadence
spray on that new givenchy, i like loud fragrance
nick, go get all the cars, let’s go send a message
it look like a forеign lot at the intersection
first datе with a b+tch, i go get her tested
the results gon’ dictate if i’m interested
invite me to a kick back, man, they know what’s up
if it’s less than thirty hoes, i ain’t showin’ up
askin’ me too many questions, man, you know enough
i pull up in any city and they show me love

[chorus: vo & tee grizzley]
twin sisters in this b+tch, let’s get it poppin’ (grizzley gang in this b+tch and the city)
and if a n+gga got a problem, we might pop ’em (grizzley gang in this b+tch)
brought my hitters in the party, better keep it cool
touch down in any city and control the route (we pull up in any city and, ayy, ah)
[verse 2: tee grizzley]
shout out to my n+gga hitman holla (what up, though?)
i’m in the club, my hitman outside with like two, three choppers (brrah)
i put money on bro books even though i know he got it (here you go)
and we don’t talk, if it’s smoke and we catch him, he droppin’ (buh)
i hit the plug, tell him, “bless me,” then shoot to the projects (i need it)
i’ma just take mine out and sell it, i don’t got time to rock it (take my nine out)
you sit on that ’til it’s a drought, you’ll make a bigger profit (woo)
i call my [?] “bug” ’cause that b+tch hittin’ his rocket
b+tch, you know i’m from the d, b+tch, you know that 313
you gon’ see traps and .223s, get out of line, we wet your t++th (we wet your t++th)
cop a pound, cop a ki, ‘member, you ain’t cop from me
the price drop if you coppin’ big, don’t know you, i can’t lock you in (i can’t lock you in, n+gga)
get ’em in, get ’em gone, n+ggas rats, n+ggas hoes
we droppin’ sh+t, these n+ggas know, and f+ck these hoes, these b+tches broke (b+tches broke)
f+ck them hoes and send ’em home, same hoes you be kissin’ one
free marmar, i miss you, bro, gon’ come home to a million, bro (i promise)
at the trenches’ gas station in a 550 (in a 550)
can’t let n+ggas get the ups on me, i’m ridin’ with it (buh, buh)
told the contractor, “make the crib with five kitchens”
we ain’t ’bout to be in this b+tch sleep, we whippin’ chickens, n+gga (skrrt)

[chorus: vo]
twin sisters in this b+tch, let’s get it poppin’ (let’s get it poppin’)
and if a n+gga got a problem, we might pop ’em (we might pop ’em)
her ass fat just like my pockets, so what’s poppin’? (woah, woah)
i throw a couple dollars just to see you drop it, oh
lamborghini outside, it’s a hot pursuit (rrr)
brought my hitters in the party, better keep it cool
motorcade presidential, you know how we move (skrrt)
touch down in any city and control the route
[verse 3: hitman holla & tee grizzley]
ah, i see my opp in any city, man, you know he done (it’s on)
if you run into before me, tee, i owe you one (ah, buh, buh)
man, all that cappin’ on the ‘net, bet he won’t flex again (nah)
my shooter go get him tonight, he get a extra ten
bro, why you goin’ through her phone? man, i’m just a friend (chill)
south beach, i’m in miami on them jets again (for real)
standby, boy, i left out on a jet again (i did)
google was off a couple million, better check again
my name hot up in these streets, i gotta keep it low
i indeed, it’s two of us, it’s just me and moe
i ain’t pretendin’ i f+ck with you, what we speakin’ for?
you try to play me like sucker and them heaters blow

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