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lirik lagu ​viizzi - murder for hire

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[chorus: viizzi]
yeah, (viizzi) please get off my d~ck
we come and run you down, don’t make me use my stick
i up and hear a sound, i empty out a clip
i shoot a hundred rounds, and speed off in a whip
murder for hire, think you tight, yeah you know we come in quick
what you desire is a fire, and we gon’ get it lit
gotta aim higher, you’re a liar, ’cause you ain’t ’bout this sh~t
build my empire and i be stackin’ all my f~ckin’ chips

[verse 1: viizzi]
tweakin’ off the meth, let’s check the price, b~tch we go and take your life
i can hit him with the ak, but do it with a knife
come and show you [?], ’cause i wouldn’t even think twice
you not alright, you gon’ die tonight

[verse 2: funeral]
ay, yuh, yeah he gon’ die tonight
messed up, we ain’t here to [?] fight
i’m with his hoe and i’m lettin’ him fight
i’m with his hoe and i let that boy ride
i’m with this b~tch with a hand on the gun
now we up in his crib, and we tearin’ his sh~t
we run him down, all the scary sh~t
i’m with this b~tch and i’m layin’ it down
feds watching, need to get out of town
runnin’ fades, they ain’t hearin’ a sound
fill it up, make a motherf~cker jump
no one around, wet on the ground
guts spillin’, now you makin’ a sound
i need it low, i need it low
f~ck 12, better not come around
they can hit me, and they ready to fight then
ready to lose they motherf~ckin’ life then
and they get it family, you tell [?}
i’m a k!ller k!ller, b~tch i’m k!llin’ on sight
all these over, you can hit my line
thug choppa, you can hit my line
thug splitter, you can hit my line
hoe~hitter, you can hit my line
[verse 3: viizzi]
racks comin’ in, i got racks comin’ in
and i throw all my cash, throw my bag in a whip
she bad, she a twin, not a twin, bring a friend
and my glock meet yo face, meet yo fate, meet yo end

[chorus: viizzi]
yeah, please get off my d~ck
we come and run you down, don’t make me use my stick
i up and hear a sound, i empty out a clip
i shoot a hundred rounds, and speed off in a whip
murder for hire, think you tight, yeah you know we come in quick
what you desire is a fire, and we gon’ get it lit
gotta aim higher, you’re a liar, ’cause you ain’t ’bout this sh~t
build my empire and i be stackin’ all my f~ckin’ chips


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