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Текст песни Lil Wayne - Hit Em Up

Lil Wayne - Hit Em Up слова песни



Текст песни Lil Wayne - Hit Em Up




[Verse 1]I tried to talk to himQuit talkin, I'ma hang ya by your tongue, YeaAny motormouth could get hung highWe don't fuck wit niggaz like fungiWe don't even hear yaHollerin bullshit nigga quit the diaherraPistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes( )Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't messPlaya fuck around wit the homeless, charmlessYou can leave out here armless, no homiesHonest, you niggaz is harmlessI'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be)Costa Nostra, don't ever approach himDon't get close to himShootouts and nothin but rock n roll to himLeave your blood on the dash, call it rose wood'Nother murder, 'Nother page out the notebookIt ain't nothin it don't make it if you no goodI tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to[Chorus]Hit 'em up, Hit 'em upI ain't even wanna hit 'em up really, I was tryna be calmBut, uh, that chopper Rrrot, put his head in his armsAnd man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to himHit 'em up, Hit 'em upI ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it make a nigga get looseHe had too much talkin, not enough Deuce'I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to himHit 'em up, Hit 'em upI ain't even wanna hit 'em up hit 'em upI ain't even wanna hit 'em but I hit 'em up (*Gun shot*)I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him[Verse 2]Y'all take them shoes off your teethStop runnin your mouthNo shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouthI'll come to your house, me and my goonsLoadin up bangers, ridin under the moonThrowin up fingers sayin "My side rule"If a nigga disagree, ask him "Must I prove?"That Maybach coupe a cock-eyed foolAnd I'm "in it like Bennet" hoe, aren't I coolBut if that thermostat switch and that needle moveThen the attitude switch and the heat'll moveI got that, Shakita banana, clip for the toolMe the disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastropheSwallow the truth, belch realityHow does it taste, Pie to your face, You a bitch niggaAll pussy, stop comin out your lips niggaI tried to talk him, but then a nigga had to(Chorus)[Verse 3]Real talk boy, chill wit the talk boyThat tommy gun'll tear your neighborhood apart boyYeah, leave your feelings in your heart boyStart with the wrong boy, you end wit a stone boyWit your friends, to carry you aloneTo a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstoneFuck discussion, I ain't in to it boyI just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boyBig uzi, tissue the boyI'm inside lookin out, you just an intruder boyYou need sooches on your smooches boyBut, I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to[Chorus]




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