Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hitman 47, artist - Y2. Album song Mixtape Wayne 6, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Y2
Song language: English
Hitman 47 |
| First of the month up early |
| Bone and my chucks ain’t dirty |
| Wrong holy ghost don’t go stomp in the war zone lurking |
| When them niggas asking questions bout to catch ya nonsense |
| At cha throat like it’s over then hop up in that Bronco |
| On ya head so be careful you tell you head honcho |
| Habanero on steroids you know them bullets hot hoe |
| Don’t be silly that really don’t mean ya man Macho |
| Savages bad as half of these niggas wearing dark clothes |
| Heart cold vato got those stop playing ah mane |
| So sane cocaine K-9's get down ah mane |
| The devils dance wit us, ate cha face a tarantula |
| Etoufee wita candle and camera, cash can’t imagine us |
| Ancestors voices in my head like don’t embarrass us |
| A product probably the hardest just not aware of it |
| That nigga feelin' himself he gon' feel the air in it |
| You think you leaving wit Jesus that’s not a guarantee |
| Who shot cha? |
| S’good question |
| Good question |
| Hardly ever pray |
| Something still bless him |
| Steel on my side while I’m whippin' that wheel, Yea |
| Tool on my niggas that do know the drill, Yea |
| No love for snitches dat dem no foreal, Yea |
| Shots off you pop off it’s kill or be killed, Yea |
| Who shot cha? |
| S’good question |
| Good question |
| Hardly ever pray |
| Something still bless him |
| (Verse 2): T. F |
| Killa |
| Who shot cha? |
| Stuck in intensive, under 2 doctors |
| If ya flat line, I salute shottahs |
| If ya don’t die, double bak pop em' |
| Ya ya |
| That’s what cha betta do |
| Meanwhile nigga get the revenue |
| Don’t let that on sight shit pressure you |
| Catch a nigga slippin, show a nigga what Beretta do |
| Ya Ya |
| Look at me now, started wit nickels and dimes, Yea |
| Look at me now, now I cut kilos and pounds |
| Who shot cha? |
| If he still living you muffins |
| I don’t wan' hear shit but bustin' |
| Until then you soft as a puppy |
| Who shot cha? |
| Steel on my side while I’m whippin' that wheel, Yea |
| Tool on my niggas that do know the drill, Yea |
| No love for snitches dat dem no foreal, Yea |
| Shots off you pop off it’s kill or be killed, Yea |
| Woo |
| Who shot cha? |
| S’good question |
| Good question |
| Hardly ever pray |
| Something still bless him |
| Woo |