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hitta j3 - hittaman lyrics

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
n+gga mad at me, ’cause his b+tch a fan
you ain’t never seen a n+gga k!ll a man
they gon’ pay the highest for the 80 milligrams
i’m really [?] in bomptin, i know hittaman

[verse 2: hitta j3]
[?] call me jigga man
really [?] let him send them in
[?] pieces, buy them back, [?] again
i be on the east [?] sk!ll and them
he don’t cook [?]

[verse 3: sk!lla baby]
and that’s a fact
i can sell birds, n+gga, i ain’t gotta rap
i’m always in the trentches, ’cause they love me in the trap
all my opps nerds, acting like k!llers, but it’s cap

[verse 4: hitta j3]
this ain’t instagram, where i’m from, them triggers double tap
i know b+tches that’ll let them k!llеrs get you for a rack
[?] twin, run up, hundred fifty in the rack
going high speeds, only trackhalks or thе scats

[verse 5: sk!lla baby]
slide on him, hit him in the head, send that bill to me
hit his hand anyway, but bro be tryna k!ll for free
all my clothes [?] look like i’m from italy
all my b+tches foreign, keep a cold b+tch with me
[verse 6: hitta j3]
clear the shooters [?] they be [?] out
it was like pakistan, bringing choppers out
the b+tch want chanel, let me send the mail
better yet, she hit the road, no more paper trails

[verse 7: sk!lla baby]
when they die, hope my opps get sent to h+ll
400,000 worth in jewelry, know they sick as h+ll
if rap don’t work for me, i know how to flip a bail
i ain’t going back broke, because i believed in my scale

[verse 8: hitta j3]
this the blueprint, [?] behind the boy
[?] got the pump, [?] for the roles royce
but it’s a [?], seeing me win, hope they hearts let me rub it in

[verse 9: sk!lla baby]
all my b+tches come bad as h+ll with no flaws
gotta keep a [?], ’cause i always run from the laws
gun tucked in my draws, d+ck stuffed in her walls
n+ggas always sneak dissing, get the f+ck off my b+lls

[verse 10: hitta j3]
bl!ck go off, sh+t get solved
i do it by myself
most of you n+ggas need a squad
guarantee make it in heaven, i’ma send your ass to god
take the work half off
get the soft [?]

- hitta j3 lyrics

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