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soulja boy – hitman lyrics

you said get money that sh-t don’t excite me
guissepes when i’m trapping these ain’t no nike
call up my jeweller he keep me so icey
hit a hunnid bands jugging 2003
hop out the rari looking like the president
p-ssy -ss n-gg- i run in your residence
i trap out the bando me and my little n-gg- we having it
pull on yo block your chain we sn-tching it
trapping -ss n-gg- you know that im trapping it
i’m trapping in zone 1 b-tch i’m riding with savages
hit a yellow bone b-tch from the back
mini mac 11 make you do backflips
hit the highway now its time to go take a trip
150 bricks when i water whip
f-ck n-gg- try to rob king soulja
the mac 11 n-gg- make a n-gg- do backflips
try us i swear to god!!!
i pull out that draco my young n-gg- with me ain’t having it
here for a m but my clique on some savage sh-t
came up now i ride with the baddest b-tch
(?) i’m spraying the heat
chopper knock a n-gg- straight off his feet
you ain’t no trapping n-gg- never ever seen a key
wrap up the bricks shipping hanna to the sea
mini mac 10 and draco that’s my heat
250 bands hunnid count a beat
suwoo the rollie n-gg- banging big b’s
whipping up dope givenchi on my feet
f-ck n-gg- i get money i can’t even see
pull on yo block 223’s red beams
pull on yo block serving murder and lean
f-ck with lil dre you get hit with them red beams
alla my n-gg-s turn it to a murder scene
run in ya house with a mask like its halloween
came up from the bottom serving them keys
double cup styrofoam sipping lean
which one these n-gg-s want beef with me
run in yo house (bloah!) f-ck n-gg- take everything
100 thousand made it in a week
sipping on lean i’m bout to go fall asleep
trap out the bando i feel like lil dre’co
ak homie it can knock down an elephant
i’m trapping and capping they say that its evident
i’m in the streets shopping they say soulja should run for president
i’m stacks on deck money gang n-gg- be having it
pull on yo block and i empty the whole clip
you kissing that b-tch and she sucking my whole clique
f-ck with lil soulja you gone get your throat slit
call up my shooters they come get your door kick
n-gg-s snitching but these n-gg-s don’t know sh-t
f-ck bout 20 hoes i go through the most sh-t
serve bout 20 pounds no i don’t smoke em
forgiatos, bentley truck what i’m rolling
ride through chiraq and they say that i’m holding
came from a 12 i don’t f-ck with patrol man
serving that cocaine feeling like snowman
junkie hit my front door on the dope man
say they hear shots (?)
tried to shoot at the f-ck n-gg- d-mn but the door jam
hop in the rari you know that i chased them
had the pistol on me but that sh-t jammed
smoking on dope i feel like the sh-t man
sipping on lean i feel like a kickstand
shoot with draco i feel like the hitman

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