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skitz & goldin - hit list lyrics

[hook: goldin]
i fly that b+tch out to rome (out to rome)
we back in the hills at my home (my home)
i brush through the cash like a comb (like a comb)
your girl, she won’t leave me alone (nah)
cuban my neck, and my wrist (and my wrist)
i got the splash, you got mist (you got mist)
i turn her around and she twist
you mess, you gon’ end on the list

[verse: goldin]
yuh, i’m gonna slaughter
pull up to the bank with a choppa
i cannot trip ’bout a dollar
she just be calling me father
i put the strap to your dome
got a new lamb and it’s chrome
i just count racks in my home
call up that b+tch and i take her to rome
touch on my wrist and get frostbite
talk down on me, she a low+life
mixing the lean with a cold sprite
don’t get it twisted, it’s on sight
got a new ap, it’s drip wrist
call up mike tyson, it’s big fist
throw us a party, the littest
i’ll add your name on to the hit list

[hook: goldin]
i fly that b+tch out to rome (out to rome)
we back in the hills at my home (my home)
i brush through the cash like a comb (like a comb)
your girl, she won’t leave me alone (nah)
cuban my neck, and my wrist (and my wrist)
i got the splash, you got mist (you got mist)
i turn her around and she twist
you mess, you gon’ end on the list

[verse: skitz]
dripped down my mama in fendi (drip)
i stack up the cash, i got plenty (cash)
i’m counting up hundreds and twenties (vrr)
and i’m feeling great just like danny (ooo)
burberry coat when i’m walking
don’t like my vibe so she blocking
break down your door, i ain’t knocking
i put that b+tch in a coffin
don’t get me p+ssed, you gon’ end on the list
we pull up with guns, we don’t f+ck with the fist
blood on my shirt, i got blood on my wrist
could’ve been dead but your homie, he missed
jacking my style, i ain’t la flame
making sh+t up, they can’t back up the claim
i just want money so f+ck all the fame
mess with the boys, and we might add your name (ooo)

[hook: goldin]
i fly that b+tch out to rome (out to rome)
we back in the hills at my home (my home)
i brush through the cash like a comb (like a comb)
your girl, she won’t leave me alone (nah)
cuban my neck, and my wrist (and my wrist)
i got the splash, you got mist (you got mist)
i turn her around and she twist
you mess, you gon’ end on the list

- skitz goldin lyrics

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