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letra de hitlist - diizii & thedirtybunny

[intro: dante?]
don’t interrupt me while i’m recording
for real, bro (bunny on the beat)
like, stop this sh-t, don’t text me, don’t call me
don’t interrupt me while i’m recording, bro
i’m about to snap on this sh-t
like, just, shut up and let me record, b-tch
this is the only way all of you listen to what i have to say
i gotta spit this sh-t on a hard ass beat
even though i spit real sh-t no matter what beat i’m on
but for you simple-minded individuals, this will have to do

[chorus: diizii]
last thing i’ma say to these b-tches (what’s that?), uh
all of y’all makin’ my hitlist (okay), yeah
i’m makin’ it in, i’m a swisher, what? (yeah!)
“shh” ‘bout that sh-t in the kitchen, yeah (what?)
n-ggas gon’ do you like biggie, huh (bah!)
she put on a show, gеttin’ jiggy, uh (ha)
i ain’t paintin’ but they get the picturе (nah-nah), hol’ on
watch out, my n-gga might hit you (phew, doo-doo-doo-doo)

[verse: diizii, dante? & slikadaice]
b-tch, i got no time to fix you (nah-nah), yeah
you gettin’ hit for an issue (boom!)
left in the dirt, they won’t miss you (nah!)
i’ma do ‘em like kennedy (phew)
memories of playing sonic ‘06 on my friend’s ps3
slide in the game or we would watch a dvd
i had sonic and the black knight on the wii
back when life was easy, we were free
flow ain’t fast enough
i’m tellin’ lil’ shorty to back it up
i’m packin’ the heat, i’m not lackin’, bruh
roll up the leaf like it’s canada (roll it up)
i leave ‘em stuck like a mannequin (now he stuck)
main character, b-tch, i ain’t anakin (skywalker)
her tits on my face i’m the mammogram (yeah, yeah)
pick up the slack
bunny hit me and said he had this track
bunny keep the iron like tony stark
double our money like noah’s ark
trippin’, you smokin a dmt cart
load up the bl!ck, make it hit from afar
from these b-tches, i cover my heart
like a tarp, been ten-for-ten, never f-ck up my par
i hit it and get it on camera (what?), huh
n-gga get hit with a blammer (bah-bah!)
and her sh-t same color as cam’ron (okay)
think i just opened up a can of worms
feel like suge, hold you off of the banister
mix up and sip from the canister
get swept up, i’m the rap janitor
mf doom, punchline delivery
my lyrics bring the raw energy
‘cause my sh-t is not like anything else
my catalog back that up
and the gat is tucked (bah!)
come on, lil’ b-tch, now back that up (b-tch)
every n-gga now wanna stack it up (yeah)
she kick a n-gga out, come on, pack it up (huh)
i couldn’t even back you up (what?)
told her, “baby, just suck”
i do not give any f-cks
now i just live and i do what i want
tried lsd once, i don’t f-ck with them drugs
what else? maybe how i put my ego on the shelf
maybe how i’ve always been myself
put his b-tch ass all up on the shelf
stomp his b-tch ass straight to h-ll
i ain’t never fell
even when they laugh, i ain’t dave chapelle
they ain’t f-ckin with me, with the iron sh-ll
rap was my therapy, but now i do it for fun
they tryna be an enemy, but they still run
they rip my flow, but don’t wanna go toe-to-toe
i know we about to blow, the crowd at the show
screaming the lyrics they know, it’s like, “woah”
but it’s a slow growth to rise from the low
uh, hol’ on, my bro (hol’ on)
i’m stackin’ tall ‘cause the rider is low (yeah)
i start this sh-t, now they ridin’ my low
got ‘em on they toes, yeah
if he packin’ heat, then it’s me (b-bah!)
i’m not hoppin’ on yo’ sh-t for the free (nah-nah)
we not havin’ convos without a fee (okay)
shorty, i’ll hold ‘em, yeah, them double d’s (woo!)
say whatever and it’s gon’ sound hard
rap sh-t keep my mind sharp like the edge of a card
more like a glass shard, this might hit hard
so grab a helmet like you ready for war
i’m ready for war and i’m ready to pour
i do not free her ‘cause she not a wh0re
i’m spoilin’ lil’ baby, take her to the store
how could you sit there and b-tch to the lord?
he finna strike you down, it’s gon’ be gore
you got no choice, your new home is a morgue
b-tch, you old news like the cover of forbes
they keep coming up short, i ain’t f-ckin with jorts
they keep ruining chances, done opening doors
they stay wanting my smoke, no cigar
slik’ stay at the top of the charts
you running evader, too p-ssy for darth
how you get caught up for trusting a narc?
he lyin’, mufasa, end up with a scar
more than that, puttin’ ya head in a jar
give vinny the beat, he give me the art
we both rip the beat apart
work together to make some heat
it’s slik’, dante?, bunny and me
i follow no one but they follow my lead
and she follow me ‘cause i am all she need (b-tch)
f-ck what they thinkin’, n-gga, i’m not beggin’
you playin’? i’ll send you to heaven (bih)
yeah, she give super head like she part of the 7
the three-headed goat, watch our h-rns get embedded
yeah, talkin’ that sh-t, post you dead up in reddit
this ain’t no game, so you won’t get no credit
she ridin’ on me, b-tch, i got it on me (phew)
f-ck all ‘em b-tches, i ‘on’ f-ck with phonies (yeah)
this iron, my n-gga, f-ck you thought? i’m tony (skrrt)
uh, shorty tryna blow me (ack!)
the pressures on when i’m recording
you best not be ignoring
your music is so boring, got me snoring
bunny on the highway, the gas he flooring
i do it my way, the wock’ i’m pourin’
uh, was on that fast car sh-t, the gas we floorin’ (skrrt)
hol’ on, pick it up
n-gga, you know me, i don’t give no f-cks
you really stackin’? where them papercuts?
i got lil’ glocky, i’m ready to bust
no love for these hoes, i’m just f-ckin’ these sl-ts
motorboat stuck, ain’t no time to adjust
barely can breathe between double d cups
baby, stop suckin’, volcanoes erupt
[chorus: diizii]
last thing i’ma say to these b-tches (what’s that?), uh
all of y’all makin’ my hitlist (okay), yeah
i’m makin’ it in, i’m a swisher, what? (yeah!)
“shh” ‘bout that sh-t in the kitchen, yeah (what?)
n-ggas gon’ do you like biggie, huh (bah!)
she put on a show, gettin’ jiggy, uh (ha)
i ain’t paintin’ but they get the picture (nah-nah), hol’ on
watch out, my n-gga might hit you (phew, doo-doo-doo-doo)

[outro: diizii, slikadaice & both]
doo-doo-doo-doo, glock with a beam in it
doo-doo-doo-doo, smokin’ on magic
that voodoo (doo-doo-doo-doo)
they k!ll they homies what they’ll do to you
sh-ggy, ya dawgs snitch like scooby doo (doo-doo-doo-doo)
watch out, my n-gga might hit you

- diizii thedirtybunny

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