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Hitman
by Nawf Slim
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He said he got a suit like John Wick I'm like a hitman, a dread-headed savage
Bloodstains in your palace, you a high risk target
Give your body frame a part from the graze of the bullet
You a million dollar hit with no number one hit
You bout to die over this, now I'm mad like a pit
Silencers on the glocks, ass kicker on my back
Sniper rifle on my shoulder, bodyguards are like boulders
But I fold them up, put their names in my folders
Not to mention that I bring the plan completely sober
Betting with me, trying to raise the stakes like poker
But forget that, we playing Texas Hold'em Bitch, you brought dice and tried to roll them
Crapped out, now you at the bottom of the totem
Tapped out is what she did, gave her loads out my scrotum
Have a hoe register your music under my business
I'm like a hitman, not bald-headed, but a dread-headed savage
I'll take you out the game, put the contract
and then collect the cabbage
We doing hits while the little babies play with tablets
Breakdown the news to em, you know it's gon be something tragic
They paint a mural of you, I'm gon' have a nigga tag it
See money on your block, I'm gon' have to tax it
To work here, 10 to 20 thousand of your profit
If you refuse, then the hitman gon' have to target
Your whole operation, bones dislocated
Legs amputated, due to no payment
Then your territory taken, I'm like a hitman, a dread-headed savage
B.G. like I'm from Valence Storytelling is my talent, can't use my lyrics
for evidence Or to influence pedestrians
Perm my hair and slit your throat, the witness think that I'm Mexican
Touch me and I'll beat your ass, I know you soft like Michelin
You Hymena got Ritalin, dirty like water from Michigan
Detroit got them jack boys so i send them to hit your men
They won't bring back a fuckin' thing
Spinnin' bends like villains, knockin' out sonic rings
Our thing is about money, ain't no platonic things
The dread-headed savage got y'all niggas pondering
He said he got a suit like John Wick I'm like a hitman, a dread-headed savage
Bloodstains in your palace, you a high risk target
Give your body frame a part from the graze of the bullet
You a million dollar hit with no number one hit
You bout to die over this, now I'm mad like a pit
Silencers on the glocks, ass kicker on my back
Sniper rifle on my shoulder, bodyguards are like boulders
But I fold them up, put their names in my folders
Not to mention that I bring the plan completely sober
Betting with me, trying to raise the stakes like poker
But forget that, we playing Texas Hold'em Bitch, you brought dice and tried to roll them
Crapped out, now you at the bottom of the totem
Tapped out is what she did, gave her loads out my scrotum
Have a hoe register your music under my business
I'm like a hitman, not bald-headed, but a dread-headed savage
I'll take you out the game, put the contract
and then collect the cabbage
We doing hits while the little babies play with tablets
Breakdown the news to em, you know it's gon be something tragic
They paint a mural of you, I'm gon' have a nigga tag it
See money on your block, I'm gon' have to tax it
To work here, 10 to 20 thousand of your profit
If you refuse, then the hitman gon' have to target
Your whole operation, bones dislocated
Legs amputated, due to no payment
Then your territory taken, I'm like a hitman, a dread-headed savage
B.G. like I'm from Valence Storytelling is my talent, can't use my lyrics
for evidence Or to influence pedestrians
Perm my hair and slit your throat, the witness think that I'm Mexican
Touch me and I'll beat your ass, I know you soft like Michelin
You Hymena got Ritalin, dirty like water from Michigan
Detroit got them jack boys so i send them to hit your men
They won't bring back a fuckin' thing
Spinnin' bends like villains, knockin' out sonic rings
Our thing is about money, ain't no platonic things
The dread-headed savage got y'all niggas pondering
