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jet 2 - the assassin lyrics

[intro: jet 2]
ahh, yeah
(jet 2, whussaap!)
tss tss tss tss tsss, t+

[verse 1: jet 2]
h+llo, muhhf+cka; it’s the lyrical assassin
carver to these rappers, i drill these n+ggas like practice
to music, i’m a giant, i be higher than the jets
and i still don’t chief like kansas
h+llo, muhhf+cka; mr. miracle’s in action
music magic carpet, i’m the lyrical aladdin
gingerbread man ’em, gotta catch him if you can
’cause i institute musicians; hollywood and mccadden
ain’t nothin’ but fire in my circle, b+tch; it’s that simple
these n+ggas not even a circle like the @ symbol
shout goes out to wrekless, all my n+ggas hold yo’ head up
crew ain’t never rapped with drake
but i bet we’ be on forever, n+gga!
f+ck it! thank me later right after i’m done wit’ rappin’ verses
i’ll be bumpin’ that sh+t right until weezy come back; n+gga
i ain’t got a strap in person
but on the track, i’ll put twenty+two 9s on you b+tches
like aston purvis
ha, tight the spiral, make sure the pass is perfect
happy b+day, b+wade; no h0m+, n+gga you mad deserve it
that wasn’t part of this sh+t, but i just had to mention
and when it comes to b+tches, i’m tryna add collections
would you like to make donations?
girl, i’m hungry; feed the children
i beat it like a zildjian; ta+ta+ta+ta+tdrrr
open up and sink right in it like quicksand
treat it like a mic; pass it to hitman, n+gga!
[verse 2: hitman]
yo’, and that was f+ckin’ jet 2
b+tch, i’m in my zone, but blitzin’; i’ma get to
you know what it is, so baby i’ma wreck you
flyer than the rest, and better than the next few
i got the best view, ’cause i see’s it all now
f+ckin’ wit’ hoes that’ll lock yo’ f+ckin’ jaw down
i’m talkin’ jaw down; borderline unbelievable
side effect; sh+t your jaw might not be retrievable
lookin’ for another dime; gotta keep ’em
but two nickels are cool; cool if it’s a threesome
we from where n+ggas be spittin’ like, “is he dumb?”
heat from whenever i spit, you should see, son
ha, talkin’ ’bout me, son
happy father’s day to hitman; sweet, huh?
i’m gettin’ gifts from baby momma
it’s an honor to be her baby father
but to love you, girl; is the higher honor
but i’m back on my swaggier than you
this is the part where you would think i go+go+gadget
in the booth
oh, matter of fact, i think i’d rather have some ratchets
in the booth
’cause they get loose without the goose
hit me if i ain’t tellin’ the truth
no need for proof, we don’t misuse the proper lingo
if you see ten hoes around me, it’s ’cause all i said was, “le’go”
and i’m stackin’ ’em like legos
jónés ’bout his pesos
bet a hundred, it will make yo’ b+tch go down on me like draino
[verse 3: jet 2]
tell them hoes, “walk it out,” like a parade go
see them hoes on me; i just dodge ‘er like a durango
nice girls, turn ’em out, yeah i twist her like tornadoes
and the swag’ll get ’em wet like every color in the rainbow
mold her wit’ my fingers, but i don’t play+doh
three girls to one; that’s a h+ll of a ra+

[outro]
haha, hitman; they ain’t ready for this

- jet 2 lyrics

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