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letra de harry carson - hitman & jet 2

[verse 1: jet 2]
look around, what you think
picture clear enough to paint the sounds if you hear it
got the whole city runnin’ laps, work your calves out
and bring a gl-ss out, and take a sip before you p-ss out
bad beezy, named ce-ce, hair kinky
could’ve been on t.v., she work it out and make her laugh out
say the flow remind her of fugee sippin’ a fiji
in 3-d, she got pt and gave me pt in a pt
and tete invited me over to watch et
she a bad b and her favorite channel b-e-t
cook with extra season, i always tell her be easy
but she as crazy as chi-chi, she p-ss because she pr-e-tty
always feel the need to compete, well i tell her play power
let her take the lead while i celebrate ours
vanilla made, skin lemonade sour
baby bubble bathe in this gatorade shower

[hook: jet 2]
what made you do that for
lookin’ back at it while you movin’ that slow
movin’ that for all that power
baby bubble bathe in this gatorade shower

[verse 2: hitman]
back in this b-tch like i never left
still high, blunts back to back like cigarettes
open thighs closed mind, yeah hitman ignorant
speak with yo’ actions, cause i ain’t into hearin’ sh-t
all that liquor, i’m gone or at least my mind is
no love for you b-tches trynna f-ck up my sh-t
hot topic all i ever was you can’t top this
it’s nonsense to think i ain’t have yo’ b-tch topless
who’s f-ckin’ with me? no one, no lie
i’m at the function with yo’ f-ck up while you gets no reply
my swagger on the floor still hittin’ the sky
i’m burnin’ up, cause i’m one h-ll of a guy
been overdue for somethin’, haters still mumblin’
high as f-ck the po-pos and n-ggas still cuffin’
n-ggas still trustin’ the facts
so fact of the matter, need to see some -ss clap, like woah

[bridge: hitman & jet 2]
something as something
trynna see that -ss clap (repeat 4x)

[verse 3: hitman]
f-ckin’ with a scorp is like drugs up yo’ nose
you addicted, i ain’t trippin’ f-ck me ’til my eyes close
you a pisces lookin’ for a n-gga like me
p-ss out when we faded n-gga havin’ high dreams
[jet 2]
make life seem as though we rollin’ with high beams
goin’ sight seeing knowin’ you holdin’ the light green
when you my team tati, such a nice thing
make my mind fiend, turn my fling to my ring
[hitman]
yeah, my ring, yo dream just saying
buss it open for me, baby i’m tired of playing
buss it open for me babe (girl: you like that)
and if it’s that good, i’m changing ways

[bridge: hitman & jet 2]

[hook: jet 2]

- hitman jet 2

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