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hit - jourdan brothern lyrics

[intro]
saucey, you a g*nius
godd*mn, bj with another one

[chorus]
i got murder on my mind
trying to k!ll n*ggas, but them n*ggas on that line
trying to k!ll n*ggas, then i end up with that fine
n*gga get close and you play with me, you gonna end up dying
he gone end up on his phone, go on the net and start lying
got my stick n*gga, i’m gone hit n*gga
got my stick n*gga, i’m gone hit n*gga
got my stick n*gga, i’m gone hit n*gga
got my stick n*gga, i’m gone hit n*gga
[verse]
got this stick, it’s gone shoot b*tch n*ggas
it can shoot fake n*ggas and riding d*ck n*ggas
you brought a knife to a gun fight, i get my l!ck n*ggas
got corona, need some lysol (godd*mn, bj with another one)
n*ggas make me sick, n*gga
take his phone, take his life, take everything he got
take his shoes, take his drip, f*ck it go take his thot
everyday i’m robbing n*ggas, can’t no one make me stop
you the type of b*tch n*gga to make a hit and go flop
sh*t go hard on my momma, tryna make a song with top
she a lil’ snow bunny, on my d*ck she gone hop
shot that n*gga dead, and i just let that body rot
twelve asking f*cking questions, i don’t know who f*cking shot
sneak dissing on the net, now that b*tch n*gga dead
touch up on this f*cking carti, it’s a whole lotta red
choppa go bah bah, shots straight to his head
choppa like his f*cking momma, sent his ass straight to bed
n*gga i’m a f*cking soldier, huh
first to do this sh*t, i feel like i’m soulja
knew that i was gonna be somethin, see i told ya
b*tch you a f*cking hoe, ain’t n0body gone post ya
choppa gonna k!ll these n*ggas
if you want a feature, better book that sh*t
left the album straight in the pan
gotta go back and cook that sh*t
he hide it in his sock, this sh*t ain’t nun to playboi carti
i might have to start my own if you don’t start this party, gang
i’m rich forever n*gga, we ain’t stay together, n*gga
shot that b*tch n*gga, now he light as a f*cking feather, n*gga
i saw a lil’ bad b*tch, and her name was heather, n*gga
we went and cooked them n*ggas
now them n*ggas chicken tenders, n*gga
[chorus]
i got murder on my mind
trying to k!ll n*ggas, but them n*ggas on that line
trying to k!ll n*ggas, then i end up with that fine
n*gga get close and you play with me, you gonna end up dying
he gone end up on his phone, go on the net and start lying
got my stick n*gga, i’m gone hit n*gga
got my stick n*gga, i’m gone hit n*gga
got my stick n*gga, i’m gone hit n*gga
got my stick n*gga, i’m gone hit n*gga

- jourdan brothern lyrics

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