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hitman & jet 2 - 2:30 lyrics

[verse 1: hitman]
pro-skater swag, just witness the way i grindd
lose my name, you must be out yo’ f-ckin’ mind
throw it at me, but i respectfully decline
ain’t p-ssy happy unless we talk two at a time
i know that i should take a seat
unless we talkin’ ’bout f-ckin’, then she comin’ with me
i got her started up like she come with a key
we ain’t promised tomorrow, but aye, let me be
i got a plan, it ain’t involve a huddle
my crew full with leaders, we ain’t got no barney rubble’s
never said i would cuddle, i’m just trying to f-ck ya’
ignorant as ever, after me i good luck ya

[verse 2: jet 2]
could cuff ya, but i won’t though
still go where them other n-ggas won’t go
they cool, but the swag is a no show
f-ckin’ with the crew wrong, yeah that’s a no no
we wrekless and you could just crash
we freshmen, she on the d-ckies like uniform pants
and cortez’s, i work her out like sport lessons
i got soul-man, lester the court jester
she be my percussion, i drum her the way i beat it
i could call her sleep number, she could lose the tempur-pedic
i wake up up in that puddy cat, tweety gotten eaten
she fiending on the dizzy like a needle, i vaccine it

[verse 3: hitman]
i throw it deep, bring it in like a saint
i know you dig my swagger, it’s sharp as a f-ckin’ shank
i wouldn’t notice yours, it’s older than ricky lake
all i got is bad b-tches that love to accommodate
i see my name in lights, top-model company
feel like i treat ’em unfair, there’s only one of me
but if they wait a lot of years, they’ll see the son of me
all grown up like rugrats, ain’t it funny g?
top shelf, no next to me, just under me
ever can we get compet-tion is what i’m wondering
every-time we in the booth, sound like it’s thundering
and easy to point a hater out, just see who mumbling

[verse 4: jet 2]
hot sixteens, twelves fire, twenty-four, two piece
tuesdays; popeyes with the music
fresh batch, y’all just a microwave
and we got them ladies falling out like old michael days
sit back and let me take your night away
bet i get it wet right away like a tidal wave
got a maid that’ll clean it up before we got it made
catch us at the vmas under winners and nominees
of everything, the single utmost and very thing
married to the music, the melody is the wedding ring
the beat is the (uhh) the beat is the honeymoon, n-gga
and i’mma beat at the honeymoon, i’m coming through speakers

- hitman jet 2 lyrics

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